Better

“I don’t want to lose who I am.”

“You don’t have to. You also don’t have to give up Biscuit. You’re only one dog.”

She had continued to brush my brush throughout all of this. She was finally getting towards the end of all the knots.

“I appreciate your help, but I also hope some stranger’s wellbeing isn’t your only concern.”

“Don’t worry about me Tumbleweed. I learned that lesson long ago.”

With a final brush, my fur was soft and smooth again.

“I’m going to go check around for her in town. Then I’ll call it a day.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”