When my family had moved to Texas we had brought our puppy from California its name was Cali our dog meant the world to us.We had had Cali for about a year and we had very fond memories of her.Later on after we’ve had her for a while my mom told me,my little brother,and sisters that our Cali had been run over.At this time I was very angry at the unknown person and I had been mourning Cali for days.This is very normal as I think of myself a “cry baby” because when I am sad I am mad and vice versa.But any ways I got over and prayed.