I'm with my dad at what appears to be a gas station. Both of us are outside of our vehicle. A semi truck pulls a wide circle that brings him perilously close to our driver-side door, and we watch nervously and then go over to check if there is any damage. My dad is quick to say that everything is ok, but I look down on the ground and see our puppy Theo, who was laying right beside the driver's door, appearing folded on himself, and some sort of blood or something on the ground around him. I point at the dog, in wordless response to dad saying that nothing was damaged, and dad picks up Theo, who is all floppy and obviously dead. He places him on the roof of the vehicle and it seems like we're going to rush him to the vet but we both seem to realize it is hopeless. I consider how it will be to break the news to Vera and Victoria.