I met master a year after he lost his wife. He needed a friend. I became that friend. Night and day, I would look after my master, making sure he never took to the bottle again. We shared the most wonderful bond – eating together, going on walks. I would listen to him pouring his heart out and he would laugh at my woofs and wags.
One day, he was gone. They buried him. I will guard his grave and when I am gone, I want them to bury me here as well.
I won’t let our bond be erased.
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