Once upon a time, there was a dog named Bette. She came to us as an adorable bundle of blonde fur—abandoned at the dump by despicable people who will someday burn in hell.
Bette was the visual representation of long-suffering kindness: her growing-up years coincided with the toddler’s growing-up years, and this dog allowed that child to pull her lips into a smile or drive his toy truck up her back …
