I met my human 10 years ago. I was small then. My little paws in her hand, we’d roam around and see the world together. And that is when I smelled a weird feeling in her, something I myself had never felt, not with her around me. That feeling was called emptiness. My human had a good job; she was supposed to be happy. Or so I thought always. But that she was not in truth began to tingle me.