December 29, 2006
My brother’s dog is wonderful. There ought to be another word, just for her, because she is more than a dog. She is a person in her own right. He fell in love with her on Christmas Eve thirteen years ago, when she was the world’s most adorable puppy, spotted black and white, softer than velvet. As soon as we saw her, we fell in love with her, too. She’s been his faithful companion ever since, his best friend. The news that she may be mortally ill has saddened everyone who knows and loves her. I hope it isn’t true.