The History of My dog Sweetheart

On March 23rd 2017 the most tragic thing happened to me. I should give you a backstory on why it was so tragic on so here is the history of my dog Sweetheart H. Arehart. On December 24th 2011, 5 days after my dog Polkadot died my mom and dad took me the the animal shelter to adopt a new puppy to make me feel better. When I was walking into the area where all the dogs were I could help but see that the only one that wasn't barking was the one I chose my parents soon signed the papers and bought her. Since I was scared that a car would make her have the same fate as Polkadot I picked her up and kept her on a leash whenever we would go outside. Life was like that for a while then she eventually became trustworthy enough for me to let her out by herself. For the next 5 years it was like that then came by March 23rd 2017 otherwise know as National Dogs Day. Me being only 13 at the time and still growing I was hungry so I asked my mom if I could have her card to get some money out of the ATM to buy some food with my friend Josh. when me and Josh went outside Sweetheart followed us until we reached the bank. Then the transaction denied for money so me and Josh being the teens we were we just went back to my house but I realized something Sweetheart wasn't following us I was looking across the street to see if she was over there and called her name. That's when it happened Josh quickly said "She just got hit" me being the hopeful guy I was I said "no, no she didn't that could be someone else's dog or something". I took a look at the street while I was seeing her and another car hit her, hit her hard enough that I could see her collar, and as I hated it to be it was her. I could tell it was her because she has a special PewDiePie collar I bought for her 3 months prior with her name engraved on it. I ran to her body soaked in blood saying "STOP THE TRAFFIC". The noisy main street grew silent as I picked up Sweetheart's body Blood was drooling out of her mouth I had to tell my parents about or at least my mom Knowing as she was the only one home. As I was running home with her body in my arms and her blood getting everywhere on me I kept saying "What did I do this is all my fault", "She was right there and the car didn't stop!", and "Fuck you traffic". Josh told me he never thought she would get run over due to her luck with dodging cars. When we were at my house I told my mom who was sitting in her wheelchair "Sweetheart's dead..." Me joking about this before she thought I was joking so I said "MOM I'M FUCKING SERIOUS!" When she saw Sweetheart's neck just go down and saw the blood pouring out she immediately broke out into tears. Before my dad came home I told all my friends about it and said that when my dad get's home we're gonna bury her. When my dad got home I walked in and saw him angry as ever crying so he started to dig a hole for her, about half an hour later he told me to get the box she was in then I grabbed all her chew toys and put them in her box. When we we're done burying her me and my friends huddled into a circle and started to cry for that day we lost a great hero, the best dog, the only girl who would try to cheer me up if she saw me crying while writing this, Sweetheart Higgins Arehart.