She had always wanted a dog. A fluffy, sheep-pestering, too-big-for-its-own-benefit affection machine, which would have been raised at her feet and on her lap and would see her as a greater constant than the sun.
So it was nice, she supposed, that her allergies would never bother her again.
It was less nice that her sweet new puppy couldn't have come with her.
On the other hand, that might have been a bit of a cruel wish. The puppy deserved to live a full, doofy, normal puppy life.
Even if the damn thing had chewed up her inhaler.
She's be switching to fish, next time around.