Our family got Toby, a purebred Papillion, at a breeder while I was visiting my father in Del City, OK. When I came back, the first thing I saw was Toby run smack into the glass door. (Without breaking it!) That was the first time I saw him. Our other dog, Tezla, probably didn`t like him because she carried him around the back yard in her mouth. (This is more proven in a second.) Soon before his death, at 3 yrs. old, Tezla completely tore him apart, including tearing one of hil leg muscles. We kept him in a cage as he recovered, and Tezla tried to bite my sister. Soon after this we had to put Tezla to sleep. After Toby healed, we let him outside while my mom was on the phone. She sat on the front porch, and I watched TV. All of the sudden I heard her yell "I have to let you go, My dog just got ran over!" What was the first thing I did? Fell onto the ground, landed on my knees and prayed. I prayed like I have never prayed before. Then, after my lips got tired, I ran to my stepdad. I looked up at him and asked "Is he going to live?" He shook his head slowly. Me and my sister cried. We had to sit down so we would have more energy for crying. I cried all night. When I finally went to sleep, I had nightmares. But the worst thing about them was when I woke up I would be feeling the exact same misery. Today, I do not cry about it. I have finally moved on. but I still dont watch the show I was watching while my dog is outside!