“Bob’s divorce was finalized that morning and he spent a long, distracted day at work reflecting on his not-insignificant contributions to the failed marriage. Rex sat alone in his cage, for eight lonely hours, wondering what he needed to do to regain Bob’s trust after a series of accidents on the foyer rug had cost him his freedom to roam the condo while Bob was away. That evening, Bob picked up a rotisserie chicken at Whole Foods on the way home, and before he sat down in the kitchen to eat alone, he enjoyed a moment with his best friend, content that Rex’s love was unconditional, and had nothing to do with the mouthwatering smell of the roasted chicken which hung heavy in the air.”