I lived with a friend whose best friend was his dog. The friend was a dj and so he'd take the dog to all kinds of events. The dog loved music so much, he loved electronic and rock but he hated pop and jazz. He let the dog go off on his own as we were in a place where's it was safe to do so and he'd show up at friends houses to visit them. The dog had more friends than his "owner", more friends than any of us. Sometimes they'd get in a fight and the dog would run away for a few days and then show up wherever he heard music playing.

The dog died last year. 25 people sat and cried as we set his body out into the ocean (he loved to swim). He was all over social media for a week. We still talk about him all the time. He was just another friend in our group, not someone's dog. I'm working on a story about the two of them and their relationship.

It's hard but at least she's got a few years to put smiles on people's faces and be pet a million times