he waits by the window, everyday for the little girl to come home and play she's his favorite, he likes the smell of her the way she runs her fingers through fur and talks to him, even if he doesn't understand she's never rough when giving a command it's more like a question, a please do this she tops it with a pat and he gives her a kiss she lets him sleep in her big warm bed gives him baths and makes sure he's fed she listens, even though he doesn't talk plays ball with him, takes him for a walk somethings different, it doesn't make sense no big yellow school bus pulling up at the fence no little girl with pigtails and a happy smile maybe he should just wait a little while same thing happens day after day why doesn't the little girl come home to play? and the humans cry, the house is always too dark and he knows now what its like to have a broken heart he stops eating, though they all try he just waits by the window as the days pass by he doesn't understand how she can be gone leaving him so desperate, feeling alone because she was his, his one true friend and he feels the changes in the wind and how the world seems empty without her laugh the roads look scary without her dancing down the path and every sound makes him bark when he can't find her hand in the dark she was right, innocent and she was good and now tennis ***** don't bounce like they should