Georgie died six years ago. He was my friend. I would talk to him for hours, and he would listen. I would tell him anything, and everything, that I would never tell anyone else. He was the keeper of all my secrets, he knew every one of my fears, and he had all of my love. He was the light in my otherwise dark world. Georgie was my best friend. Georgie was my only friend. Georgie was my dog.