Remember when we were all sitting down in front of the TV and it was pretty dark outside our window? We were all slumped on that couch and we were all so close together, so warm, wrapped in that dark blue fleece throw that still kind of smells like lamb-sauce. And it was you, that girl, and me.

You were holding her in your arms, her head on your chest, and you were running your hands through her dark hair, and she kept looking up at you with her light eyes and you kept looking down at her and you couldn’t stop smiling. And I was between you guys trying to look at the TV playing that “Bojack Horseman” show, the one with the talking animals that I like.

And then she looked at me and said “your dog has beautiful eyes.” And then you said something, and then you kissed her and I was so happy. I was like smiling the entire time, but you probably didn’t notice. And my tail was like crazy thumping under the blanket. That was the best, that time with you guys. Thank you.

I really liked that girl. She smelled like rose-water and her hands were soft. I liked how she scratched for me my bottom right cheek where I have all my furry wens and golden whiskers.

Why doesn’t she come around anymore?