I lost Tate in 1997. She was hit by a neighbor's car. Everyday she would walk with me to my bus stop at the end of our drive way. She would be there when I got home also. Well The morning she was hit I decided to let her sleep instead of calling out "Time for school" which was the way she know it was time to go. Standing in the doorway to my bedroom, wathing her sleep was the last time I saw her alive. I still feel giulty for not taking her with me that morning. I will never know if that is way she was out by the road so early that afternoon. I hope she knows I love her and miss her with every breath. She was my best friend and will always be.