Stray Dog

Driving down on Hwy.72 on my usual Sunday excursion, the rain was pelting down in thin lines of curtains, was listening to and enjoying my favorite radio station, doing the 65 mph speed limit not wanting to get a citation, Watching the road I spotted something out of the corner of my left eye, but it was too late as I braked I heard and felt the loud sickening bump, feeling my heart beat out of my chest going thump, thump, thump, I pulled around to the side petrified but hoping you'd still be alive, But looking at the horrid sight I already knew you hadn't survived, with what if, could if, should of questions going through my anguished mind, now every time I drive through that stretch of rural highway, I think of that poor stray dog that I had hit on that particular Sunday. 11-27-16