For as long as I can remember I have been afraid of dogs (Silly maybe but true.) until I met my friend Lisa's dog, "Babette".
The last time I saw Babette I picked her up and held her, that was a giant leap in a good direction to overcoming my fear. It doesn't mean I am going to pick up other dogs, or even pet them, but now I can at least be in the same room and not freak out.
Babette's eyes spoke in a way that never made me feel fear.
When people's pets die I never really understood why they were sad, as if they had lost a friend...
I will miss Babette, she was a good teacher.
Lisa has lost a friend, and I feel for her.
Lisa has lost a friend.