To Chelsea.
No one would happily greet me when I arrive home.
No one would wait under the dining table for table scraps.
No one would give me the paawa effect look for cornick, chicharon or anything that makes a crispy sound.
No one would block my share of the electric fan in the living room.
No one would sit beside me in the computer room or while I'm studying in my room.
No one would be my pillow when I hang-out along the hallway.
No one would bark telling us someone's outside.
No one would bark insanely at my friends when they come here at home.
No one would play catch with me when I'm bored.
No one would chase cockroaches in the lanai.
No one would let me rub your belly.
No one would wait for me until I fall asleep.
No one would follow me around the house.
No one would be affectionate after a crappy day at school or when I'm feeling sucky.
Chelsea, I miss you already. You've clearly depicted the meaning of man's bestfriend. You were the best dog ever.
I know you're in doggie heaven.