Sally(short,short story)

  So, I was lazy,practically a slob.I liked to sleep on the couch.My favorite treat was chocolate.I was a street thug until she came by.Sally.Years went,drifting like sand in the wind.

  Then,she came home one night and popped a bottle of Champagne.She was leaving,she said.I assured her I'd be different; I'd clean up,not lick her spoon so much,not want too many cuddles and caresses--but she wouldn't listen.
She went.Two months later.Into a hole in the earth.They dug it for her,I know because I was there.At times I kinda wish she had stayed,you know.You see,she didn't speak my language.So it was probably too much to ask.
  A wish is not like money;it doesn't get you what you want.Money does all that.I wish it wouldn't bother me but it does.I'm a dog and I'm not supposed to have soul and all that crap.A golden retriever only gets one wish that's granted...to be loved and left behind.