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… - W. Bruce Cameron

But people don't always make sense. Dogs love them anyway.

The way he was speaking to me reminded me of the first time Senora called me Toby. I instantly understood what was happening — just as the men had pulled my first family from the culvert, this man had taken me from the grass. And now my life would be what he decided it would be.

My purpose, my whole life, had been to love him and be with him, to make him happy. I didn’t want to cause him any unhappiness now — in that way, I decided it was probably better that he wasn’t here to see this, though I missed him so much at that moment the ache of it was as bad as the strange pains in my belly.