How to deal with the thought that sometimes life ends.

Today my roommate's dog was hit by a car and killed.

Jack was the greatest dog I've ever known. He had enough energy to play and run around and be happy and fun. But when you were chilling on the couch watching TV, he'd just curl up next to you and chill. He slept in my bed a few times when his owner was out of town or gone for the night. He always came down to my bed when I'd sleep in late and jump all over me 'til I was awake. He'd sit on my lap outside and enjoy the warm summer days. We didn't talk much, as I'm not really the kind of person to sit and chat with a dog. But Jack was always around reminding me that some things in life aren't that complicated. Sometimes you can just run around and be happy.

I wish I'd gone on more walks with him.