The next day a taxi pulled up in front of the house. Stepping out out of the taxi was an old man with a cane. Jellal, Erza, and Wendy quickly went outside to greet him.

"Hi Dad. Glad you could make it." Jellal said with a smile.

"Who are you?" The old man asked.

"I'm your son Dad."

"Mystogan?"

"No Dad it's Jellal."

"Oh yeah you're the one who didn't go to college."

Jellal's smile dropped into an annoyed frown.

"Dad you remember my wife Erza?"

"Erza you look more beautiful than ever." He said smiling at her.

"Thank you Omar." She said smiling back. "How are you?"

"As well as a man in my condition can be."

"Hi Grandpa." Wendy said hugging him.

"Hello Sweetie pie. Look at you, you're looking more and more like your mother each time I see you. So pretty." He turned to Jellal and Erza. "You better be on your toes when this one starts dating, she'll have to beat those boys off with a stick."

"Why don't we all go inside for some coffee?" Erza suggested.

"That would be great. Decafe for me please." He said to the a tree.

"Dad we're over here." Jellal said.

"Huh? Oh there you are."

"Dad that's a rock. Here let me help you inside."

Once inside, Erza went into the kitchen to prepare some coffee while Jellal and Wendy sat Omar down in the living room.

"Oh I forgot my bags." He said.

"I'll get them Dad."

"No I can get them. I'm elderly not infirmed."

"Wendy talk with your grandfather while I get his things." Jellal then went outside to get Omar's suitcases.

"Your father thinks I'm too old to do anything. But let me tell you sweetie, I'm a lot more competent than he realizes."

"Grandpa you're talking to the lamp." Wendy said.

"I am? Oh curse this left eye of mine!" He said. "It's been making me half blind since the accident."

"Grandpa can I talk to you about something?"

"Sure."

"Grandpa do you remember when you were a little boy?"

"Sometimes I do sometimes I don't."

"Do you remember ever owning a dog named Percival?"

"Percival?" He said. "You know about Percival?"

"I saw a picture of you with him. Here it is." Wendy handed him the photo.

Omar ran his fingers over the photograph of himself as a boy and his beloved pet dog. It had been so many years since he had been that happy carefree child and even many more years since he had thought of Percival.

"I never did forgive myself for sending him to that pound. He was a good dog. He didn't deserve what happened to him."

"Dad told me what happened. It wasn't your fault Grandpa. You were just a little boy and you would have been evicted."

"Still I feel like I betrayed my best friend. He lived a miserable life after we sent him away. I just wish I could let him know that I didn't do it because I didn't love him anymore. That I had no choice."

"Maybe I can help with that." Wendy said. "Come with me Grandpa."

She told her parents that she was going on a walk with her grandfather then took Omar outside.

"Wait right here." She told him.

She went back inside and into the empty flat where her friends were keeping Percival.

"Are you sure about this?" Natsu asked her.

"Yes."

"Alright."

Wendy undid the leash and took Percival outside to meet her grandfather but she went out the backdoor so her parents wouldn't see the hound.

"Good Lord!" The old man cried out in horror upon seeing the frightening looking canine. "Is that thing real?! Or did they put too much morphine in my medicine again?!"

"Don't be afraid Grandpa. It's Percival." Wendy explained.

"What? That's impossible. He's dead."

"Just let him smell you."

The old man was very afraid at the moment. But he trusted his granddaughter so he moved his trembling hand toward the hell hound's nose. The canine sniffed his hand then without warning he grabbed hold of Omar's hat right off his head. When Omar tried to take it from him, the dog playfully kept him from it.

"Hey give that back you..." He trailed off when he realized that a long time ago his own dog would grab his favorite baseball cap right off of his head and tease him with it when he was a boy.

"Percival?" He said in disbelief. "Percival is that really you?"

The dog barked as if he was confirming his accusation then both of their amazements the horrifying appearance of the hell hound faded and was replaced by the appearance of gentle looking at. Bernard dog.

"Percival!" Omar cried happily upon recognizing his dog's true form. Percival dropped the hat, ran to Omar, and started licking his face. Omar laughed and threw his arms around the dog's neck, hugging him tightly. "Oh Percival! I've missed you so much!"

Wendy smiled as she saw how happy both her grandpa and her dog looked and her smile only grew bigger as she watched them play in the yard just like they used to do. By afternoon's end they had both fallen asleep underneath a tree. When sun down came she moved to wake her grandpa up only to stop when she saw the sleeping dog Percival start to disappear.

"What's happening?" Wendy asked.

"He's moving on." Said the voice of Juvia who suddenly appeared. "He's found peace Wendy. There's no more hurt or anger in his heart. There's no reason for him to dwell any longer."

"Where's he going? He's not going back to hell is he?"

"No dear. He's going to a place where he'll always be happy and he'll never be hurt again. Now you know what was holding him back. When the poor dog died all he wanted was to see his boy again. To know if he still loves him and was okay. Thanks to you he's assured of both."

"What about Grandpa?"

"Your grandfather will probably think it was all dream."

"Will he ever see him again? Will I ever see him again?"

"Not while the two of are alive. No. Once someone moves on, once their business is finished, they go to heaven and they never come back."

"Never?"

"Never."

"Do does that mean when all of you move on I'll never see you guys again?"

Juvia sighed and gave her, her most gentle look.

"Yes. I'm afraid so. At least not when you're still alive. The dead isn't meant to stay on earth forever, that just makes their suffering prolonged."

"But you all are my only friends. I don't want you to go away forever."

"We don't have a choice. Sooner or later we'll solve our unfinished business and when that happens we'll have to go. Weather we want to or not."

"It's not fair." She said hugging her waist.

"I know." Juvia said hugging her back. "I know."

P.S All Dogs Go to Heaven.