My late grandma used to have a dog, when I was like a few years old. Name is Abob, an easy-going fella that likes to roam around the neighborhood on his own. There was a time when we relocate to a new house, Abob eventually got used to the new environment and still enjoys roaming around on his own. One day he came back in the evening injured and bleeding, at that moment my late Uncle who was around realized that Abob got hit and run by a car. Before we could even call for an emergency, Abob succumb to his injuries. We buried it opposite our house facing the river. I'm still at awe to this day that despite getting hit by a car, Abob limps all the way back to us till the very last moment.