As I sit on the couch tonight with tears running down my face all I can think about are the good times with my best friend.
The friend that I begged my parents for years to have. But it didn’t happen until I was 10. The day when we went to a breeder and picked out our new puppy. I was so excited to finally have a dog. All my friends had a dog and all I had ever had we’re outside cats and a hamster named hippity.
We brought him home a week later after we went on our annual spring break. It was all new for me, but I knew he would become my best friend. We named him Woody, just like Toy Story.
I enjoyed the times that I could take him for walks and even on roller blades. The moments when he would let me dress …