Dear Diary, My dog died. Taz was 15 years old. We got him when I was just three years old. I can't remember a time before we had him. He was there all through my growing up years. He was there to be my friend when my siblings had left. He slept in my bed for a long time. I loved that dog so much... Unfortunately, he died in a very tramatic way. My dad ran over him while pulling into the garage. Poor, stupid dog. I guess he ran up alongside the car and went right in front of it. My dad didn't even see him. He was hurt really bad, and within a few minutes, he was dead. I was upstairs in my room. I heard a loud noise, and then I heard my mom start yelling, "Dad just hit Taz!" So I ran downstairs. But they didn't let me go outside. I guess it was pretty bloody. I didn't even get to say goodbye... We're going to bury him in the backyard. I'm glad of that. He's always been with our family. At least he'll still with us in a way. I hope he's happily playing in doggie heaven right now... I really loved that dog. He was stupid and smelled bad, but he was so loyal. He loved everyone in our family so much. I remember I used to come home from school and he'd run up to me and give me a big doggie hug. I'm going to miss him... Goodbye, Taz. Love, Lisa Ann