There never was or would be a more beautiful thing than a boy and his best friend. Whether that friend was bald or hairy, gentle or rough, or walked on four legs or 's right everyone, this is a story about Pintel and his dog, who is an OC obviously, Tanner and I'm warning you all now, this is another of those sad, droopy one-shots I write.

The thirteen-year old couldn't believe it, he refused to. There was no way his best friend could be dead. But yet, there he was before him, the body of his beloved dog Tanner.

The thing had been like a brother to him since that day two years ago when he'd followed him home off the street. To Pintel, they'd seemed quite alike. Both friendless and with no fine pedigree to boast of.

Yet they had each other. Whenever one was scared the other comforted him. Whenever they needed help getting out of trouble the other always made an excellent distraction.

But all that had come to an abrupt end. The dog hadn't seemed ill the day before, but rather quite happy and content, his regular self. Pintel could only assume he'd died of old age, after all, he had no idea how old the mutt really was.

He sighed as he looked upon the pathetic canine, memorizing him before he had to put him in the ground. His eyes fell on the faded red scrap of material he'd tied around the animal's neck as a sign of ownership.

He then squatted beside his pet and tenderly removed the 'collar' . As he stood back up, Pintel tied the bandanna around his own neck, so that he would always remember his dear and most best friend.