A/N: Sorry for long update, just doing a bunch of schoolwork at the moment.

Chase was in Cat's bedroom, watching her do her homework. Chase liked Cat's house. It had such a Cat atmosphere too it, it almost made you want too skip and sing about dandelions. Almost. She suddenly turned around and said, "You were brave, you know," she said, smiling and twirling her red locks. "What?" asked Chase, spinning in his twirly chair in the large pink room. "When you went back too Detroit and fought all those mean boys." She said, her eyes full of admiration. Chase paused mid-spin. "Cat, that was over a month ago," he said. "I know, but I just never told you until now," She stated. He laughed and stood up and walked over too her bed and lifted her up. She squealed as Chase sat her down on his lap. "To tell you the truth, it wasn't the first time I did that," He said. She gasped and whispered, "When was the first?" Chase looked straight ahead. "You want to hear a story?" He half-wished he hadn't said that. She nodded eagerly, her 7 year old showing. "It's called "My Best Friend"," He said.

Chase was 11. He was in his basement, bored. He couldn't go out and steal, because the Gang was out there, waiting for him too do so. He began too pace the room, kicking at the floor. He decided too go see if his grandma was asleep so he could watch TV. Bad idea. As soon as he opened the door, he narrowly dodged a beer bottle thrown at him. "Get back down there, shithead!" He closed the door rapidly and sighed. As he slowly made his way down the stairs, he heard something. It sounded like someone was eagerly scratching at a window. He gasped as he looked up too see a small beagle panting at his basement window. Thinking fast, he reached into his out-of-power mini fridge and picked out an animal cracker and ran over. He slowly opened the window and reached out, inviting the animal closer. He smiled as it slowly sniffed his hand and lapped the cracker out. He looked too make sure the thugs weren't watching, and slowly invited the dog in. The animal wagged his tail and jumped in. Chase smiled and sat down with the dog. He talked with it for hours, as he hadn't talked too anyone for years, and although he couldn't understand, the dog listened. Upon, further inspection, Chase realized that it had various wounds and beatings all over. Chase read the collar. It was too scratched and blood-stained too read. Chase frowned and removed it. Than he frowned and concentrated on a name for the dog. Dirt. Dirt was his name. Not because of his brown fur, but because that was what everyone thought of them. They were trampled on like it, treated like it. Brushed off like it, yet they had so much too offer. They could grow flowers. They had so much to offer the world. Heck, they were the world.

"This is a nice story," Smiled Cat. Chase just shook his head and continued.

Over the course of 7 months, the Dog came and visited Chase every day. Chase loved his new friend. He was better than any person he had ever met. Dogs love you unconditionally, people only loved you if you could offer them something, (At least, that was the way it was for Chase) Dogs loved you because they could offer you something, because they could make you happy. In a way, Dogs were the most selfless things on the planet. Chase loved his best friend. Which was why he had too let him go. One day, Chase was walking him through the park, without a leash because if he ran away, Chase knew he'd be back the next day. Suddenly, Dirt collapsed and began too shake violently. Chase gasped and fell too his knees, scraping them. He picked him up and screamed for help. But no one cared. No one ever cares about Dirt. Chase picked him up and began too walk too the road. He had a vague idea where the Veterinary clinic was. Heck, he had a vague idea where everything was in this city. A half an hour later, it started raining, so Chase took off his shirt and wrapped it around his best friend. Two hours later, Chase ran in and asked the lady at the desk for help. Her eyes rolled, and she asked if she had an appointment. "Just help my Friend," Chase growled. When she started off on some lecture about politeness, Chase pushed past and saw a Vet in a shiny white room. Chase walked in and collapsed. "Please," He whispered. The Vet took the Dog and Chase waited in the waiting room. One Hour later, the doc came out with a solomn expression. "It's too late. His Heart's Failing, we have too put him down." "Chase gasped. "What? No! He's My Best Friend. He's my only friend." And Chase looked up, tears streaming down his face. "Please save him," He whispered. The Vet sighed and put a hand on the poor kid's shoulder. "The only way too save him now is too put him out of his misery." Chase sighed. 'Suck it Up Man, he deserves too go peacefully. Stop being so Selfish, he's your best friend.' Chase followed him too the room. The Vet left them too go get the needle ready. Chase smiled and hugged his best friend, who licked his ear weakly. Chase whispered, "I'm so sorry, Dirt, man I'm so sorry, I love you." And Chase cried. He didn't mean too (He wasn't supposed too,) because he was the soldier Who only cared for himself (And this is what he got for caring about someone else.) Dirt winked and licked him again. Chase sobbed sadly and held his Best Friend as the Vet Came in and stung him. Chase held him as he was licked twice more. Than there was a whisper of hope, a shout of sadness, a laugh of insanity, and a smile of happiness. Chase dragged his Best Friend and walked away (Because the only thing keeping him going was giving Dirt a proper burial) . The moment he got home, Chase buried him right by his window, so he would always be close. Chase smiled as he prayed over the grave: "Please, Dear Lord, Please give Dirt everything Dirt deserves. Amen." And he stood up. Suddenly, he felt a rock hit his back. He glared as he heard snickers from his Thugs.

"And You beat them up?" Whispered Cat with tears in her eyes. Chase nodded and sobbed as Cat hugged him.

When Chase got home, he reached under his bed and pulled out a blue, scratched, blood stained collar. He stared at it befor he cried. (Only this time he meant too.)