No two ways about it. He did not care for me. Did not think about the condition he kept me in. He did not spare any thought about how the roads he was forcing me on, were damaging me. He was blind to my pain and deaf to my pleas. Luckily, master was also dumb.
He left the satanic book lying around. I made sure to read it. Then one day, we were traveling together, I decided to make use of what I had learnt from the book. A hell-spawn appeared in front of us, dragged my master away, and made quick work of him. The flames emerging from his stomach took his soul straight to hell.
He should have never underestimated his glorious steed…
It was vacation time. After months of begging, I had managed to convince my parents to visit the snowy northern areas.
We reached our booked cabin on time. The journey had been smooth. However, as luck would have it, as soon as we had entered the cabin, a snowstorm hit the area. Miraculously, the wifi had remained unruffled. I thanked the lord for this mercy and connected our phones to it. Bad choice. My final exam results had been announced and I had not done well.
It was cold outside, but the atmosphere in our heated cabin was much colder.
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.