Thirty years ago，I（1）f

ell

ell

in love with a dog called Cookie.Though it was hard for me to add another mouth to feed，I never gave it a（2）s

econd

econd

thought.
   Cookie could quickly connect seeing my bags spread across the bed with my leaving on a trip.She was also good at（3）s

howing

howing

unhappiness with her tail，trying to make me stay.
   When I came back home and wrote my stories，she always sat next to my desk and we could have conversations about（4）w

here

here

I'd been and what I'd seen.We communicated with each other as only animals and those who love them can.I often read to her what I'd written.If she turned away to start cleaning a paw，I knew I had to improve my story.Of course，she didn't（5）u

nderstand

nderstand

what I was really writing.But this kind of communication with her was my ways of pushing a story to a higher level.
   She inspired（激發）me to make up many stories and became my partner in my travels.In this way，we travelled together.Some readers may think it（6）i

mpossible

mpossible

to have such a relationship（關系），but dog（7）o

wners

wners

like me will know it's true.
   Today I am still a travel writer.My heart is（8）b

roken

roken

because my friend Cookie left me forever.Like many old friends，she and I shared much over the years.I miss her so much and I am also（9）t

hankful

hankful

to her for being at my side for all those years，listening and simply loving.
   It doesn't（10）m

atter

atter

if she never understood a word I said or that she never left our home.
   She was my travel partner and always will be.