Woman's Best Friend

Ahh, Kulta... what can I say? It's been a tough two months. For someone like me, who never liked dogs, you sure turned me into quite a dog-lover; a one-dog-lover, that is. Only you. In my need to "fix" things when life gets a bit too difficult, I called your mother's owner yesterday, trying to see if I could purchase another one of her offspring. Hey, if I can't have you, I can at least try to get the next best thing, right? Unfortunately, she was hit by a logging truck two years ago. That's Minnesota for you. You ended up with Lyme disease and your mom was hit by a logging truck. Remind me why I live here again? If I believed in cloning, I would have you cloned in a second. But, then again, a two-headed version of you wouldn't quite come close to the real thing, so maybe I'll just stick to my convictions on that one. All I can say is, we gave it our best shot. I guess I never really meant it when I said I would never stick my hand in a dog's mouth, huh? For a while I was popping ten pills a day into your mouth. I did it all out of love, Kulta. I wish I could say I'll see you again soon, but since you're a dog, I'll just have to say... you were the best and we'll miss you forever. Bye, girl.