My Friend!

I have a friend. Or I did once. He was dark and smaller than me. He would run up to me and beg and I’d give him treats. He had so much energy such a spark for life. And he nibbled food so fast I could hardly keep up. I called him Squirrelly Joe. He and I were so happy. Til the day when I forgot to bring food and he ran up to me and when he found nothing being offered bit me and ran off. Then I had to get rabies shots in the stomach as a precaution but I still loved that little guy. I loved him so much I had him stuffed.