'It's dark,' was the first thing to cross Ron's mind as he woke up. Dark and warm. Dark because it was
night, and warm because he had a large, furry body snuggled up against him. The furry body whined, and
Ron looked down at it.

She was staring at him again.

Calli seemed to have the uncanny ability to know when he was awake, when he was sad, when he needed
company, or when he needed to be alone. In simpler terms, Ron had begun to call her 'our little
telepathic wolf'. He patted her head and stared out the window at the half moon in the sky.

Well, he needed to talk to someone now, ever if they couldn't talk back.

He sighed. All day she had been on his mind. He couldn't forget her. And he would never get back to
sleep with her on his mind. God, he missed her. He looked back at Calli

"Cal, you feel like listening to me blabber on for a while?"

She tilted her head ever so slightly and blinked at him.

"Good girl. Once I had a girlfriend, you know."

As though she could hear him, Calli put her ears back, listening, and looking at him as if to say,
'Well? On with it!'. Ron smiled a little.

"She was the best, you know. Smart, pretty, brave, every guy's dream. And she was mine. Must have
wondered milloons of times, why me? I was just another Weasley, just another ordinary boy. I mean, she
could have had the Boy-Who-Lived, a Quiddich superstar, anyone else, but she chose me."

"Never did find out why, you know. I never got the chance to ask her. Because now she's gone"

His voice became bitter.

"Dead. All because of Voldemort, dammit! He killed her."

Ron sighed.

"I saw her the night before it all happened, you know. She was so happy. So alive. And now she's gone."

He was silent of a long time, in which Calli whimpered again and rubber her head against him.

"God, I loved that woman. Come here Calli, come see something."

He watched as she slowly rose off the bed and climbed down. Then, once she was beside him, he reached
into one of the drawers of the dresser and pulled out a ring.

He wasn't sure, but Ron could have sworn that the wolf missed a breath.

He sat down again.

"I would have given it to her, you know, Calli. I wanted to. But I never got the chance."

He sighed again, a tear dripping down one of his cheeks.

"I'm nothing without her. Nothing. She was part of me. Now that she's gone, I'm nothing. There isn't a
point in living anymore. Damn Voldemort. I'll get him if it's the last thing I do."

He stood up slowly, wiped his eyes, put the ring back into the drawer and turned to face Calli.

"Come up, Cal. I reckon you need to go outside, huh?"

She stared at him for a moment, frozen, before abruptly getting up and dashing towards the door. Ron
opened it for her and she lept outside into the night.

After a few minutes, she managed to open the door by putting her paws onto the nob and twisting around.
Prying open the door, she was greeted by the site of Ron plunging something into his chest.

What was that he had he said again? Oh yes, she remembered now.

"Now that she's gone, I'm nothing. There isn't a point in living anymore."