Not a puppy. Puppy, the toy that Pickles gutted on their first day together.
Puppy was a good toy, a loyal toy, never failing to squeak. Pickles and Puppy had the same yellow coat, brown-tipped tail and floppy ears. She loved to take Puppy outside to shake around in the dirt.
But today, Puppy has had it. There’s no more stuffing to give, no more seams to rip. Puppy’s gone to the big toy box in the sky. Or to landfill.
Choose whichever ending gives the most comfort.