My neighbour has a preschool-aged daughter, a toddler, and a new puppy.

I love seeing how their family is expanding.

I enjoy they’ve added a pet because I believe all children should grow up with a dog. They’re the best secret-keepers, bed sheet warmers, and table scrap sharers.

Sometimes, when I hear the puppy yelping, it reminds me that separation anxiety is hard.

I want to offer to keep him company, but then I remember my cat, Skye, and my love for peace while I write. Neither of which the pup would appreciate or understand.

So, instead, I admire their growing family from afar. I know I’ve made the right decision. I shouldn’t get involved.

After all, it’s their life, and I best leave them to it.