What does it mean to have a close personal connection? Does it transcend across race and species?
Often in life, we think that we have friends, and they turn out to be acquaintances. They are there when things are going well in life. And then they vanish like a fog in the morning when things get tough – when life gets rough.
When the chips are down, where are your true friends?

Caley thought about this as she stood on her back porch. The morning dew was still on the grass, and the sun hadn’t quite peaked over the trees. She watched her best friend. The one that has always been there.
She watched the golden-brown hair on Lucy move up and down as she walked through the grass. The dew still on the grass darkened the fur around her paws. Lucy seemed happy and content, but she wasn’t her old self.

