7 years later

Casey recieved a phone call from his mother, maria. He sat down with the phone to his ear while listening to his mother as she explained on how their beloved dog had passed away. Tears streamed down his face, Rhonda walked to the kitchen with a tea towel covering her hands. Casey placed the phone down and wiped his eyes.

"Honey, everything ok?" she asked.

"Spot, passed on." he finally answered. Rhonda quickly placed the towel down and sat beside her husband and comforted him.

Arnold walked in the door and saw his parents on the couch. "Mum, dad."

Rhonda looked up and said tearfully. "Spot?" he whispered, dropping his bag. "He passed."

Rhonda nodded and embraced him. "Spot was a old dog but he was happy at least."

"How?" Arnold asked.

"Grandma don't know, she said. He was very sick and passed through the night."

"Can we go to grandpa's?" Arnold asked.

"Sure we can." Casey replied, caressed his head.

"Go get your things, we go right now."

Meanwhile on the other side of Manhattan, Joanne and sidney were on their way to the family farmhouse soon after her mother called about spot.

"Mum, be careful please." Sidney asked. "I will be, my son. Don't worry." Joanne glanced to her son with a soft smile and hand grip.

"Besides, family is important and this is a family emergency. I am careful."

The family farmhouse, sitting on the porch glaring across the green grassy land of property. Light winds blew through on light flights of breeze. Drank down, fast and hard his whiskey. His cheeks were saturated wet, eyes red puffy and out of tears to shed. Maria walked out and sat down beside her husband.

"Grams, honey." Graham continued to glanced across the grassland. Grasping onto the bottle slightly neck. Maria, gently grasped his free hand.

"Honey, we all loved spot. He was a good dog." Closed his eyes, exhaled alittle then turned to his wife. Draping his arm around her, pulling in close and kissed her temple.

One hour later

The Jones clan finally arrived to the farmhouse. Casey, his wife and son exit out of the commodore. Joanne and sidney exit out of the Camero. The fivesome walked up to the porch, greeted the grieving old man.

"Get dad." Joanne softly greeted. "Hey pop."

"Hey grandpa."

Graham greeted tearfully. "Hey kids."

Maria smiled greetly, holding her husband's hand, they stood up and walked down to thier children.

"Time to bury, one of our own."