Dear Brownie J. Chandler III

Brownie

 

Dear Brownie J. Chandler III,

I don’t know how to write this. Seven words in and tears are streaming down my face and there’s nothing I can do to stop them. In August of 2004 you came into my life an abandoned puppy, tossed into a cardboard box that was cast into a parking lot during a horrendous thunderstorm. I was dead set against the idea of adopting a dog on that day. “No way,” I told my girlfriend at the time. “We already have two cats and we live in a tiny apartment. It’s not going to happen.”

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