Dear Libby,

I am not sure how to even begin this letter, dear friend. I have always been able to talk to you about anything and everything, but suddenly words escape me. Thankfully, you have also always been the one who understands my heart without me having to say a word. You are a good friend that way.

If I were looking out for my best interest, I would take you to France with me. I would crate you up and cart you over and coop you up in a tiny apartment so that I would not have to do without your faithful friendship, your eager companionship, and your lavish love. And you would probably handle every bit of it like the trooper that you are. But I just can't do that to you.

I want you to have a yard. I want you to be able to go to the bathroom without having to go down four flights of stairs and walking three blocks to the nearest park. Mostly, I want you to have a life more like the one you have now. You would adapt to life in France, I know you would. Yet I fear that you would be sacrificing too much for my benefit. Because that's just the way you are. You would do it for me, but I can't ask that of you.

So I have found a new home for you, beloved dog. A home where you will be cherished. A home where you will be a spoiled only child. A home with a yard and a promise that you will be loved. I made sure that you would be loved.

I know that you will be as good of a friend to Bethany as you have been to me. Make sure to be a lady and use all the manners that I taught you. And try to keep away from the chocolate. I know you like it, but it always makes you sick.

I will be forever grateful for our time together. You have been a better friend to me than I ever could have deserved. You love so unselfishly, you forgive so readily, you play so passionately, and you give so freely. You are a beautiful girl inside and out, and my life is so much richer for the joy of knowing you.

Thank you for being such a great dog. You will always be in my heart.

Love, Jenn

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