The Knight in Furry Armor

At three weeks old, I suckled at my mother's teat.  I romped with my brothers and chased after my sisters, tail wagging joyously.  At six weeks, I was taken from them and given to you.  I missed them a bit at first, but I fell in love with you.  I followed you around, chewing on things when you wouldn't give me the attention I wanted.  When I was two years old, you had a baby.  It took up a lot of your time, so I was sent outside to play by myself all day.  Five years old and you left us with a babysitter.  You were only to be gone a couple of hours, but someone thought the house was empty and took a chance.  The babysitter was crying with your child while the strangers ransacked the house.  I waited for an opportune moment and when they looked away, I went for the stranger's arm.  I don't regret it.  It was a good five years with you, even if that was all I had.