My Little Dashie - Extend
Based on the heart-warming story written by: ROBCakeran53
Written by: flyboy87
If I had told people about a string of events I shared with a cartoon character which became real, they would tell me I'm nuts. It would be… telling someone the world's going to end on 2012, perhaps a UFO just passed by them or even money is no longer needed in this world. They would look at me as if I'm some crazy guy. I have kept memories of those events which I hold so dearly to. Fond memories of the time spent together with a certain cartoon character that I love so dearly.
My Little Dashie… my beloved daughter.
I would never forget the times I spent with her… keeping her safe from the people around us, baking cakes together, how she got her cutie mark and the eventual painful separation we had to go through. Every time I open our photo album, fond memories would replay back in mind. I would always eventually cry after seeing the mouth written letter she left me before her final goodbye.
"Dad,
For fifteen years you took care of me. For fifteen years you loved me, played with me, and made sure I enjoyed my life in a world not meant to house me. I'm not a mare of many words, but even though I told you this in person, I felt you needed a written version of it so you will know it was all real.
I love you daddy. You helped shape me into the mare I am now. I'm not sure what is going to happen, if I will remember any of this or not, but I want you to know that you did a darn good job of raising me, even if I was a bit stubborn at times and short with you during others.
With Celestia's permission, I hope to allow you to keep our photos; our memories, with you so that you will never forget. Again, I love you, and thank you.
Your little daughter always,
Your little Dashie forever,
Rainbow Dash"
I knew I had to live my life to the fullest for my parents and for my little Dashie. For many years, I tried to – but I could not. I still miss my little Dashie. I wished she could come back to me. I wished I could just turn to somepony and go to Ponyville to see her, although she won't recognize me. I would give anything… and everything I have just to be with my little Dashie again, even if I had to start over by caring for her as a filly.
I have now become an unemployed man. My boss fired me because I could not meet deadlines and always called in sick. I don't have any income. I rely on Social Security. I go on food stamps to get my food from the nearby Wal-Mart. My life is a mess and my house is dirty and not taken care of. I don't even remember when the last time I did spring cleaning was. I kept cursing at my ill-fated life. My memories of Dashie and me became a place for me to find solace… a place for me to escape the realities of this harsh world.
… I just wish I was dead. Maybe if I died, God will let me see my dear Dashie again. And now, here I am – standing on top of the Empire State Building to meet my demise…