"More than a stunning debut. It is the announcement of a bold new literary voice"
—Stephen Chbosky, author of The Perks of Being a Wallflower

I know this seems silly, writing to a dog, but they didn’t specify who we could write to.

I miss you more and more every day. It sucks, living in a house where I can’t have dogs and thinking of you all the time. It makes me want to cry. I’m sorry they put the baby above you but it’s what needed to be done. I’m almost sure the shelter put you down. You were just a bit too rowdy to a fault. It’s okay though. You were loyal to a fault to. You’d be punished for something bad that you did and you’d go crawling back to him as if nothing ever happened.I thnk sometimes that after she got pregnant you needed some one to show some love. I gladly would have done it. You were huge and dark and super friendly. I remember the first time you met Tinkerbell. You just wanted to play but she could feel the hyper-activeness in you. She scratched you and you sulked away, hurt. It was the first and only time I’d ever seen you back down from a challenge. I learned through you that a true friend will stay with you forever. That’s why when we stopped being friends I didn’t cry beacuse my real friends were right there, telling me what a great person I am.

I can’t write anymore beacuse anything else would be invasive. A sool swim in a life that isn’t mine. I don’t want to invade.