The door opened in front of me and I bounded out in excitement, only to smash face first into the front of the car. I fell back onto my haunches, shook my head, and got back onto all fours. Tongue hanging out of my mouth, tail wagging ecstatically, I sprinted down the garden, leapt over the wall and landed on the road.
The tennis ball came soaring towards me, and I launched myself into the air, catching it firmly in my mouth. I ran it back to my owner, dropped it at his feet and then ran to catch it when he threw it again. God I loved being a dog.
It went on like that for a while, me chasing the ball, him throwing it and tossing his head with laughter as I skid past it, or it landed on my head and I lost track for a moment.
He threw it again, a strong throw this time. I ran after it, my eyes focused on it, my goal. I faintly heard my owner call my name, but my attention was solely on the ball. I reached it, grasped it in my teeth and turned back toward my owner, who was running towards me, a look of worry etched on his face. As I began to wonder what was wrong, something struck me from the side.
I lay there, flat on my side, the ball rolling away, my vision blurring. Something was spilling from me, some sort of liquid. I tried to flick out a tongue to taste it, but didn’t have the strength. From the corner of my vision, I saw the car, stopped now. The driver had vacated his vehicle and was also rushing over to me.
My owner got there first. “Timmy, don’t die, please”. Tears streamed down his cheeks. I let out a large breath, and then everything went black.