"Sixty-four tennis balls... we counted them all." Victor said, tossing a ball into Barney's grave gently.

The air was thick with tension as the small group stood in the Fitz-Amobis backgarden. Josh's birthday party was over by now, the sound of kids running around was now replaced with a deathly silence. Pip's face felt numb, her eyes were red-rimmed and filled the to brim with pain. She couldn't believe it. Her puppy. Her baby. Was gone.

Never to feel the drool from his mouth slobber all over her hand. Never to feel his fluffy, holden fur brush against her legs while she's walking. Never to feel the weight of Barney laying on her stomach while she's sleeping during movie on the couch.

How could someone just run him over..?

How did he even get out? Victor, Pip's stepdad, stepped away from the grave that held the puppy in it, Pip's mom and Josh gently tossing bright green tennis balls into the grave. Victor rubbed Pip's shoulder soothingly, remembering how everyone just stood around the dead dog instead of trying to help.

And how they couldn't find the driver who killed him. A hit-and-run..

Pip had texted her close tight-knit friend group Cara, Lauren, Connor, Zach and Ravi what happened to Barney. She then texted her girlfriend, {{user}} about the news.