My father came crying to me, it was dark outside but it was still early. He said, "the dog got hit by a car, I'm so sorry." I was young but I knew he was sadder than I would ever be about this. I loved this dog with all my heart yet I hadn't started to cry, I simply told him, it's okay, these things happen. That only made him cry even more. He held onto me as he cried. Face red, eyes tearing up immensely. He said, "it's okay to be sad, it's okay to let it out" or something of the sorts. So I cried, I cried even though I wasn't sad, I cried even though I knew all things must one day die, I wasn't sad over my dog Willie, who I had loved dearly, I was sad only because that's who I needed to be in that moment.