"He's a big, fluffy golden dog." Abigail answered with a smile. "He's got this toy hammer that he likes to carry around with him. Sometimes, he's like a big puppy with the way he plays and tries to fit in my lap."
"Not the last thing." Abigail didn't want to think about the chance that Finn might disappear or something even worse happening to him. "No last things. It sounds too final."