Milo climbed onto the bed, with some difficulty, and stood looking at Sophie with a sad, soulful expression. Her eyes were red and swollen, her face flushed and the remnants of a quart of Häagen-Dazs Chocolate Decadence dripped ignominiously, off of her chin.
When he spoke, his voice was low and soothing with only the slightest hint of rebuke, “I tried to tell you he was a philandering jackass the first night you brought him back here. And they call me a dog. Well, for what it’s worth princess, you always got me to hold when the nights get too long and lonely…you always got me.”
This story was written for the weekly Five Sentence Fiction prompt: devotion.