Tabby
Tabby was one of my best friends, until the day she died. We left a campground just outside of our town in her mustang. She turned left onto highway 64, but drifted into oncoming lanes. The last thing I remember was her looking at me, hand on her chest. She fell over sideways just before the semi hit, driving over her side.
The last thing I remember was her looking at me, hand on her chest. Tabby was one of my best friends, until the day she died. We left a campground just outside of our town in her mustang. She fell over sideways just before the semi hit, driving over her side. She turned left onto highway 64, but drifted into oncoming lanes.