Remembering Cacho

Remembering Cacho

It is a cold evening on October of 2008; my black, furry, huge dog is playing with my soccer ball in our front yard. Meanwhile my sister, brother, cousin, aunt, and I are waiting for my parents to take us trick or treating. My sister Larissa is getting her makeup done that goes with her bee costume. My brother Mario, Alex my cousin and I are all done with our vampire costumes with our faces painted white filled with fake blood and dressed all in black. While watching Cacho my dog bite the soccer ball I never realized how that evening was going to end for him.
It is 4:00 P.M.   Kids come and go with their costumes and their candy baskets and we are still impatiently waiting for my parents. The soccer ball is rolling down the front yard into the busy street filled with cars and kids, Cacho is running after it, since is not the first time does the same thing, I continue coming in and outside my front door after looking   at the clock on the stove. Trying to get in contact with my mother on her cellular phone, but takes me directly to her voicemail prompt. I decide to quit dialing, I began to fell upset, and went looking for Cacho.
My siblings along with my cousin and aunt are taking photographs. I cannot find cacho anywhere in our front yard, I quickly run into our back yard open the gate and start yelling “Cacho”, after several attempts and with no answer, my first thought someone had stolen Cacho. I quickly run towards Mario and Larissa to ask if they had seen Cacho neither of them had. I have already looked for him everywhere and he is not here I told my family. We all started shouting his name and nothing, no response; he usually comes the first time I call him but not today. Suddenly we hear a car push on the break along with it came the smell of burned tire and a loud noise like if the car had crashed into something. I have a bad feeling it felt like if my heart was compressed down to my feet. I turned into the street not completely wanting...