Evil thoughts and evil doings
Cold, alone you hang in ruins
Thought that you'd escape the Reaper
You can't escape the Master Keeper
-Ozzy Osbourne, Suicide Solution
Epilogue
RJ ran up the ladder, and, using his sharp canines, cut the noose off. He grabbed Hammy's limp body, and carried it to the ground. He pressed his hand up against Hammy's chest, listening for a heartbeat. There was nothing. Next, RJ tried his pulse, but still, to no avail.
Tears formed in RJ's eyes as he pounded Hammy's chest, trying to revive him. He even tried CPR on him, but nothing worked. RJ knew he was too late. He held Hammy's body close, hugging it tightly.
RJ stared into Hammy's closed eyes. They had never opened since he had tried to revive him. A look of peace, of contentment, was on Hammy's face. Tears poured down RJ's face, and dripped onto the fur of Hammy's chest. RJ continued crying over his best friend.
"I'm so sorry, little buddy. I'm so sorry. And, if you can hear me, I just want you to know, that deep down, I did love you. You were, and you always will be, my best friend. I love you, Hammy. Goodbye…"
RJ buried Hammy's body, and arranged the whole funeral. It was, and still is, the most beautiful funeral anybody had ever seen.
And, on the tombstone, RJ wrote:
HAMMY
1986-2007
BEST FRIEND
END