Dog’ is ‘God’ spelled backward; you know that. That’s why you’re here, to help the nuns do God’s work. - W. Bruce Cameron

The mother is a Chihuahua. The father, we’re thinking Yorkie.” “Max, you’re a Chorkie!” CJ smiled down at me.

Hey, there, little fella!” he called. I looked at him uncertainly. What kind of a person was this? What would those hands be like? Would they push me aside, like the first man I had known? Or would they be patient and gentle? “You lost, fella? You lost?” I wasn’t sure about the hands yet, but the voice was kind. And he was talking right to me. The first man had never done that. And he’d never kneeled down so that he was close to my level, either.

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.