You watch your golden retriever peacefully lie in the front of your small apartment. The catchphrase, 'A dog is man's best friend' rings very true to you. You don't go anywhere without your dog. He has been with you through the thick and thin. When everyone else leaves you he will still be there.
Ever since last year, your friends have stopped coming to the apartment. Your girlfriend left you 6 months ago, but Fido never went away. Fido is your only real friend you think sadly to yourself. You get up off of the couch, and stroke Fido's thick golden brown hair. He remains on one side, but you like to think he enjoys your petting.
You get up and wade through your apartment. You have really let your apartment go, but there's always time to clean. There is never enough time to be with those you love
*Ring* *Ring* *Ring*
You pick up your phone on the third ring.
"Cody! I'm so glad you answered," the familiar voice on your phone belongs to your brother.
"Hey Ralph! It's been a long time since we've talked. How have you been?"
"I've been doing good! I hope that you've finally gotten over your problems."
"Problems? I don't have any problems."
"Cody, I can't let you keep living your life like this! You have to realize that Fido is dead!"
