“How Could You!”

When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You could call me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend…

When ever I was “bad”, you’d shake your finger at me and ask “How could you?” — but then you’d relent and roll me over for a belly rub.

My housebreaking took a little longer then expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect.

We went for long walks, and runs in the park, car rides...