The dog had fallen from a high cliff down onto the road, and then trucks and cars had run over it, I guess, because the dog was only an inch thick.
The dog was white, and its guts were white.
When I saw the dog I couldn’t believe it for a moment.
Then I had to believe it.
Then I started crying.
I was five years old.
The dog was the first dead animal I had ever seen.
I had always thought that everything lived forever.