Everyday when I walk through the door I see my dog. His scruffy face staring at me with eyes black like charcoal. Whimpering for me to let him out of his cage. Once I release the latch, he takes off around the house slipping and sliding on the floor like it is ice. When you let your dog out on that rainy gloomy day, you watch him in the mud splash and play. On the way back in they run away from your arms and mark up the floor with their dirty paws. Wiping the prints off the ground you stick them on your heart without a sound. When your best friend you grew up with has to go, remember the good times and let them glow.