You named him Bronson.

You said it felt like ‘it was meant to be’.

Our almost all-black sealed boxer,

With a little white on his face.

He was perfect,

And he was ours.

I was excited,

You were excited.

We planned the days we’d alternate working from home,

And take him into the office.

And the next day in a panic

You said you couldn’t do a dog.