You were the apple of my parents’ eye and when I was born, boy you must have been jealous. But I loved you very much. You were great, you never snapped or tried to bite when I lumped my affectionate baby self onto you and give you a near-deathly cuddle. Remember the drunk in the park when I was five, who said you were his? I was so scared he would take you away. I miss you, I miss you hiding from fireworks, I miss your shaggy fur, I miss your running of a