This is my dog's last day.

She stopped eating, so a last meal seems out of the question. She loved cottage cheese (who knows why). Perhaps it was the lumps. Sure wasn't the flavor.

I didn't seek her out, but she attached to me like... like a dog who lost her best friend and needed a new one. I hope she thinks I was good enough.

Now we sit together on the porch, feeling the breeze one last time. For these next few hours everything will be right until it isn't.