Both boys ate some of the dog snacks, which I found both odd and disturbing. - W. Bruce Cameron

My dog back home, Molly…” CJ said to me, and her voice trailed off. She sighed. “I needed Molly so much, Max. I was younger when I got her, and stuff at home … it wasn’t so great. But you — it’s different with you. You need me. I just wish Jillian could see that!

All I could do now was offer him comfort, the assurance that as he left this life he was not alone but rather was tended by the dog who loved him more than anything in the whole world.

She taught me that it was a good thing to love more than just my boy, Ethan, opening my eyes to the fact that I’d actually loved many people in my lives, that loving humans was my ultimate purpose.