Brian and Stewie drabble. Really sad. :(

I miss him. It's only been a day and I want him back. I don't think I could live without him. He was my best friend since birth after all. Lois and The Fat Man got over it only hours after the burial. I stayed in the backyard crying over the mound of dirt marked with a large rock. I have to get him a proper tombstone sometime soon.

When It had gotten dark, Lois came outside and told me that it was okay. That Brian was just sleeping and would wake up soon. That had only made me cry harder. Brian... My only friend... My only love... Was gone forever.

Today had started out wet and pouring, much like my eyes when I woke up. I fell asleep crying. In my dream I was crying, and I woke up crying. I dreamed about watching him die. He did die in my arms after all.

He had left the house without warning. Lois and The Fat Man went out to go looking for him, leaving me with a babysitter.

I went outside to the backyard and saw him laying under the tree. I kicked his side lightly.

"What the hell are you doing, Dog?" I asked. He groaned and looked up at me, smiled slightly.

"Did you know," His voice was hoarse, "that dogs know when they're going to die?" I didn't respond. "Do you know how old I am, Stewie?"

"You're... You're twelve, right?" I sat down, then. His smile grew a little.. He sounded like he was talking to a small child.

"Yeah. Twelve." He held his eyes closed for a little longer than a blink and looked to the sky. "But for me, that;s really old."

"What are you talking about, Brian?" But I had known. I had known what was going on. I'm only six but it's obvious I'm smart for my age. I... I guess I just wanted to hear him say it.

"I just want you to know that everything we've been through has been really special to me." My mouth hung open a little and I shook my head. "I think My favorite adventure was when we traveled through the multiverse." He continued, thinking out loud. "What about you?" I shook my head faster.

"N-no." I ran my hand thought the fur on his neck. "No, Brian. I want to make new adventures! I... We can do that! I know we can!" He closed his eyes again, this time they didn't open, but the gentle rise and fall of his chest showed that he was still alive.

"Please Stewie... I want to know before I'm gone." That's when My tears started spilling down my cheeks. I bent over and hugged him, wetting the fur on his shoulder with my tears.

"I..." I sobbed. "I liked when we went on that trip to find Rupert." He chuckled softly.

"You weren't mad that I sold him?" It was almost a whisper. I shook my head, burrowing deeper into his soft fur.

"Being with you for so long, spending t-time with you. That was enough to make up for it." I sniffled. "You're my best friend, Brian. I love you... I don't want you to go." He rubbed my back with his paw.

"I love you too, Stewie..." Then His breathing slowed and his arm went limp.

Lois found me crying over his cold, lifeless body when she came back home. They quickly buried him and put me to sleep.

And now I'm sitting here in an ice cream shop with my idiot parents because apparently, ice cream will make you get over the death of a loved one.

I miss him. He was everything. He was my everything. And I love him.

R&R PLZ