christmas back home

when i visited home over christmas, i had many a plenty good laughs with family, friends, and my other family's friends, and their families. but what really stuck out in my head, was my conversations with the dog. chloe is her name, and she really listened to my drunk ass. i told her of things i hadn't even told my best of friends. she seemed to understand, and would often, "wag" her tail. as i got drunker, she got sleepier. at 4 in the morning she fell asleep. As she slept, i looked up to the starry, bright sky, and thanked jesus for a simple, but satisfying, life. i looked back at the dog, "good night, sweet angel," i whispered softly, as i stumbled back into the house.