I had cried for weeks and weeks about losing Emma. She was such a great companion and I loved her to pieces. But I was lonely now. I lived by myself and now felt like I had no protection or friendship left in my home.

So I did get another dog. A nine week old golden retriever puppy named Laney. She is the sweetest thing ever. And while it doesn’t fill the whole Emma left, it deserves makes it a little less big.

(Fiction story)