TORONTO — Geordie, my lovely little Westie and best friend in the world, looks at me with his big sad puppy dog eyes every time I retrieve my suitcase from the closet. He slumps to the floor and cradles his furry face in his paws, and I swear his eyes well up as he watches me pack. And when he drives off with the dog sitter, he presses his nose up against the car window as if to say: “please take me with you.”