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I will miss him, my little boy. I never really wanted kids so I got a dog instead and I treated him like my own son. Me and my wife would take him to doggy daycare 3 times a week and he would be so excited to be there.

I got the impression he would want to stay there forever if he ...I will miss him, my little boy. I never really wanted kids so I got a dog instead and I treated him like my own son. Me and my wife would take him to doggy daycare 3 times a week and he would be so excited to be there.

I got the impression he would want to stay there forever if he had the choice. I would call it 'dog school' and ask him questions about his day like he understood me in the evenings after I brought him home. But he's gone.

I know he's not there anymore... But the husk is. The weird shell he used to animate, the body I used to call my boy, was frozen in place at the top of the steps outside the bathroom like some kind of golem.

I've already cried about it and when I saw it had come to pass it felt almost like relief. I didn't need to carry him up the stairs anymore because he couldn't do it himself. I squatted down and stroked his head, he looked so peaceful.

It felt odd like stroking a hairy brick, he's not there anymore. I hope I go out this way, in my bed asleep. She was crying a lot more than me.

I was trying to stay strong, thinking about how proud I was of my little boy, such a good dog. The guy did a good job making this custom viking longboat for us. my wife did some research on local carpenters once the vet gave me the bad news and got everything prepared ahead of time.

I know she was impressed with the craftmanship that went into it, however sad it was. She didn't eat much today. I didn't either.

It's hard to look at a piece of meat knowing your son is rigid wrapped in blankets nearby. I went outside and threw the steak I was trying to eat to the birds and it stuck to one of the foot pegs on the phone pole outside my house. It wasn't a huge lake but then again he wasn't a big dog.

I lit some candles by the shore, nobody else was around at this hour, who uses the park at night? Rapists? I don't know. I placed his corpse on the tiny viking longboat she helped craft and dropped it on the lake, pushing it out. After a few moments, (I was waiting to time my next action to the music for cinematic effect) I lit the arrow I had prepared earlier and picked up the bow I found on gumtree for twenty quid and hoped that all the practicing I'd been doing in the back yard would pay off.

With the arrow lit, I strung it up and with a twang it was sent it in a fiery arch towards him. My aim was true. The arrow struck the boat and all the gasoline I had poured over the whole mess caught a flame instantly.

Our silence was broken by the roar of the fire as my boy was sent to Valhalla. With the Conan soundtrack playing I stare into the flames and say "He always wanted a viking funeral".