Fido, Inspired by Sharon Creech's ' Love That Dog'

I looked into the metal bars. There were eleven dogs. They were barking for me to pet them and hug them. But there was one other dog... he was different, special. My Aunt Katy and I both looked at that dog, then each other. We had come to look, but, that dog was coming home with us. He was black with a white spot on his chest. He was up to my shin, small. The volunteer said his name was Fido. Fido went into our red Ford. He barked at the other dogs, saying goodbye to his old friends, leaving for his new ones. I felt sorry for the other dogs but I had Fido. Fido had powers to make you happy. When Aunt Katy died when I was fifteen, Fido wiped my tears. I took a photo to Aunt Katy's grave one day. It was Fido. To remind her about him. We were an entwined circle, Fido, Aunt Katy, and I. Inspareable. Fido did what we did. At the supermarket he came in because he was, well, Fido. When I grew up, married, I still had Fido. He was twenty, I was thirty. When he was twenty-two he died of old age. I buried him under the maple tree. The Fido Tree. Goodbye, Fido.