My Beloved Pooch

Ever since I was young, I had a vivid imagination. I would create characters in my favorite universes and have them fight alongside the heroes, eventually exiling them out of that reality to join a new one. From my Winged Hunter, to the Blood Knight, my courier who got into misadventures, and the witch who was 'for adventure'. I created all of my characters throughout these fifteen years. During his time. My dog, Rambo, who has been with me since I was 12, passed away today.

Fifteen years we took care of this little monster who would make a mess whenever we take him out for walks or even the vet. Fifteen years he protected my yard from rodents. And for fifteen years he would come up to me whenever I sat down in the yard and rest his head against my lap, looking up at me with his brown eyes. He was the toughest little mutt I knew. He only fell due to a tumor in his stomach. A tumor the size of a football. I could not bear to watch him suffer. His body was already so cold and he couldn't even stand up. I remember looking into his eyes for the last time before finally letting him leave. Even now it hurts to think about it. My eyes still sting when I think about my little brown pup. He stuck with me and my family for the longest time. I wish I could have spent just a little more time with him. I hope one day I get to see him again, someday. Even in my dreams. Rest easy, Rambo...