My Sweet Little One

He was the friend who loved me first.His name was Gureumi — a small white Maltese, a little puff of cotton with black eyes that always found mine. He came to me when I was young and had almost nothing to give, and he stayed by my side through my twenties and thirties, through every heartbreak and every long, hard day. I wasn't always the person he deserved. He loved me anyway.This is the story of ...