My little dog, my forever boy...

I once had a fluffy little puppy.

I had gotten it from my cool farmer aunt. Timeframe, probably 12 or so years ago, I can't pinpoint it on the dot.

It was my first ever puppy so I was ecstatic but also afraid that I could be bitten by the dog or somebody else so naturally as a child would, I acted different.

Little did I know that that furry little fella would become my most cutest most playful ever furry little friend. A buddy I would often come around to play with but my bestie at the time I never did that well. Why so? You ask. Because I was a shy kid who never really talked much, I was shy and timid. That was me then.

Anyway, moving on and back to the point, I gained a loyal companion with eyes so bright. A tiny little chestnut I'd become concerned with most days and most nights. It's been a while now, years I mean, but I still recall its name, Sonic based on the well-known cartoon.

With a wag of its tail, it made my heart sing a thousand merry little tunes. But I suppose that's the way it goes when you love something, ain't it? That's how you do.

It carried a coat of brown so deep, soft and fluffy also like a pillow to sleep.

Its playful antics brought me so much joy like when it would chase its own tail and gleefully run around. Who knew that I could carry such a wide smile -

it must have been its cute little face, full of innocence and charm.

One time it fell asleep, while play-biting one of my dad's shoe.

It made me laugh, and my heart grew more and more fond.

For in that moment, I saw pure bliss. It reminded me of a baby that knows not what joy it brings. To the one who owns it, comfort and happiness; from it you receive unconditional love.

I thought so this must be the kind of things dog-owners ramble on about.

Though we walk not together anymore for its life on this plane is gone; that night as I saw it lying there life-less on the ground,

I ran to my parents' room where my tears did shed. I was saddened that night as I sat crying on their bed.

That was a single part of the story, its death, but the brighter segments are more present in my heart still. It was a wonderful dog and though it never got to grow older because sickness consumed it early on, it was my lovely forever first and last puppy who has a place in my heart.