Henry loved Rosco ever since his dad brought him home over ten years ago. The two of them have been practically inseparable since. The only time spent apart was when Henry attended school. This day was pretty much like any other, with Henry and Rosco out in the large field beside the house. Rosco’s wheat-colored coat was shimmering in the blistering sun as Henry stroked his beloved friend. This brought back many pleasant memories of the two running and playing, or just lying around in that field.
Henry got up, wiped his tears, picked up the shovel, and continued digging.