Thirty years ago, I lived with a dog called Cookie. Though I lived a(an) 1 life at that time and I couldn't even support myself, I never thought of giving it away.
When Cookie saw my 2 spread across the bed, she knew that I was packing for a trip. Then she would show unhappiness with her tail, trying to let me 3.
When I came back home and wrote my stories, she always sat next to my desk and I would tell her about what I saw and what I heard during the trip. I often read to her what I've written. If she 4 me, I knew my story wasn't good enough, and I had to improve it. Of course, she didn't understand what I was really 5. But I could write a 6 better in this way.
She inspired（激发）me to make up many stories and became my partner in my travels. Some 7 of mine may think it impossible to have such a relationship, but dog owners like me will know it's true and 8 us.
Today I am still a travel writer. My heart is broken because my friend Cookie 9 me forever. Like many old friends, she and I shared much over the years. I miss her so much and I am 10 to her for being on my side for all those years, listening and caring.
It doesn't matter if she never understood a word I said. She was my travel partner and always will be.
