When I'm writing this I also finished "What I did for hate" the other night and with that there are eight more stories that will be finished soon.

Not that that matters much for this. This is the last chapter for this. After all, I hope you like it.

Thanks to DSLeo for reviewing.

Two weeks everything had been so "normal". I and Luke and Paul Anka had lived in this house and one of those days had started of just another normal day watching Pippi Longstocking and eating pizza.

Even though we hadn't known anything about what was growing inside of Paul Anka's head and what it would do to us.

Then everything had changed, and here we were.

Right behind our house Luke had dug a hole big enough to fit the urn that had in it what was left of Paul Anka. That one now stood on a podium we had put before the lines of chairs where our friends and family would be gathering.

The urn itself Luke had made of pieces of the living room table that had been Paul Anka's favorite spot. Luke had also made a wooden cross and burned Paul Anka's name into it. Instead of flowers there were a pair of leather shoes and pieces of broccoli.

"He would have liked this, wouldn't he?" I said, half to Rory and half to myself. "Paul Anka? The shoes and the broccoli and everything made for him only."

I glanced over everything we had done, people had gathered and meanwhile Zack was in the front and playing the one song we had decided on together.

"…So it was the real Paul Anka who wrote this song? And I'll play the first two parts of it meanwhile people are gathering and the two next as Paul Anka is… buried…"

Zack played it slowly, then he finished and nodded towards me. I glanced over my yard and all the people (and pets) that were here today and felt somewhat grateful they had all decided to come here today. Except for I and Luke there, and Rory and her family there were friends. And actually more people than I would have expected.

There was Kirk, Lulu and Petal, who had each black bow tie, Michel and Paw-Paw and Sookie who had, with the help from Davey sorted out some pizzas with broccoli and rare-cooked burgers and absolutely no peas or popcorn.

"It's time then." Just as I watched Babette come and sat down in the group of people I stepped forward, held the paper sheet on which I had written what to say in my shaky hands when I started talking. "Thank you all for coming… We've all gathered here today to… say our goodbyes to… to Paul Anka…."

I hadn't been able to cry one single time during the past week…

"Paul Anka was… he was…"

Now my voice was breaking. And with the paper on which I'd written what I was going to say my hands were shaking.

"Paul Anka was…"

In the corner of my eye while tears had risen in my eyes, making everything blurry it was the person I had least expected to get up- Michel.

And with that I was happy I had written down the whole speech when he pulled for a deep breath in and then, in a high and clear voice started speaking.

Paul Anka was one of my best friends.

I have had other pets but the stories I had along with them all ended in catastrophe in a way or the other. Then a few years ago, I and my daughter had a big, long fight and it was during the time we didn't speak to each other I decided to get a dog as a friend.

And the kind of dog I got I already must have known would be like no other. What's what I meant but maybe not expected it to. He just became like a second child to me.

I couldn't help but to peer down on Rory, she didn't seem hurt our relationship was compared to my and a dog's.

Paul Anka watched Pippi Longstocking with me and ate pizza. He made me laugh and he didn't care when I threw a ball and went "fetch". When he stayed behind if I went out, he was waiting for me he was happy to see me when I came home. (Or well, he was someone to come home to at least)

And even after I and Rory had made up and were the same friends we had always been. I knew Paul Anka was still there as always. And I knew I couldn't have a fight with him.

Then I took the shoes he was playing with and was proved wrong.

Yes, Paul Anka really was like another child to me.

When Michel had started talking Luke had gotten up and laid his arm around my shoulders which only made me cry more. Tears were streaming down my cheeks and even though I tried to there was no way I could have wiped them away fast enough.

Even though he couldn't speak and couldn't tell as he must have started feeling bad as he must have. I have to say I am happy we got these last times we did until we didn't anymore. To be able to give him the best life a dog could ever have even though it lasted so shortly…

Paul Anka's favorite spot was always the living room table. Therefore Luke made the urn out of pieces from it. He also liked shoes and broccoli and after all… I think he would have liked this.

I think he would have liked what we would have made all of this for him.

And I know, while I'll miss the company with the pizza and the movies. I'll miss having to take him for walks and him meeting me at the door when I come home… Well, at least he did that sometimes. And I'll even miss having all my shoes chewed up and knowing he did it.

I tapped Michel on the shoulder to show I wanted to finish, Michel handed the paper sheet back into my shaking hands and I breathed in deeply before I spoke again.

One of the real Paul Anka's most known quotes is he believes in criticism… just like I should never have gotten a dog after all of that about criticism about that hamster… I tried to laugh but it didn't end up more than a half-hearted grimace. And one of the things I keep wondering is what would have happened if I'd never gotten him. And getting him was still one the best decisions I ever made.

I've had so many great memories along with him… even though it hurts right now. I know that in the future I could have just as happy and good memories as I have had in the past. Because those are the kinds of memories and moments you will always have with someone you love…

I took another, last deep breath before I finished.

Just so if that someone happens to be a dog.

When I silent to show that I was finished and turned towards Zack he started playing his guitar again while I took the urn and Luke fell to his knees by the hole he'd made. When I reached him the urn he carefully lowered it into the hole while tears kept streaming down my cheeks.

"Well…" I whispered to myself. "This is it." I stroke the tears away and turned to the others. Sookie and Davey made something to eat for us all. Including Paul Anka's favorites."

People started talking to each other and turned back. While the last couple of tears ran down my cheeks before they dripped down onto my shirt while I turned back towards the grave and watched Luke dug the last of the mud that filled up the last and once and for all covered the urn and the last of what was left of Paul Anka.

Luke pushed the cross into the ground to show where he really was, and I took a piece of broccoli and a pair of shoes and put it in in front of that cross and took a step back to watch it.

The night he had started seizing felt like yesterday but at the same time a thousand years ago.

"…But…." I thought and had to remind myself. "…What I talked about and should always think about from now on should be the year we had gotten together and not the moment he had passed away."

"Mum?" Suddenly Rory called for me as if she knew the exact right moment. "Tell something about him… I've been trying to tell them how you first got him to like me but I can't seem to get it right."

"Well…" I turned my back at the grave at last making a promise to myself that at least I would be able to return any time soon. "…Paul Anka liked sugar…"

Zack playing just like he did on Chin-Chin's funeral: My way by the real Paul Anka.

And I hope that Michel reading the speech was a reference to Chin-Chin's funeral.

Random fact

Writing this I still have a couple of paragraphs left… I wanted to come up with something better for the speech that Lorelai wrote. During all the while, while writing the story I have been trying to come up with something. If you think it sucks, it probably does.

That's the last chapter finished, as I'm writing this it's only Sunday afternoon but there won't be far until I can post it.

Thanks to anyone who's read it.

Lights off and off we go…