I have a number of sweaters that I slip on when it is cool.  My three favorites are cotton.  And the cuffs of all three are ragged and torn.  Chewed would be a better word.  For some reason, Molly loved to chew on cuffs and buttons.  She was very selective.  Now when I put one of those sweaters,  I know that Molly was there.  I feel love.

No!!!  I won’t throw them out.  If people think I am tattered and lowlife, that’s okay with me.  I know I am special.  Once upon a day, a dog loved me.  And I loved her.  And she chewed up my sweaters because they were mine.

I will get another sweater someday.  But there will never be another Molly.