Last night we said goodbye to Chels one last time. She was 13 years old. She was the world's only introverted dog. She was never interested in other dogs (except for a couple of exceptional boy dogs), and she only ever met a handful of humans worthy of her affection. I was lucky enough to be one of them. She had the best smile. She had excellent judgment when it came to the men in my life; I only wish I had realized this sooner. She tolerated the cat. She was an insistent poker. She hated the water. She hated going to the vet. She loved to bury her head in my lap for a good ear rub. She never held a grudge. She had the best happy dance. She was my best friend and I miss her.
