Gladstone was a faithful dog; a German shepherd. His master was Herman.
Herman was feeling a little off-colour; just a little ill. But dogs know, don’t they? Gladstone followed Herman around all day, every day, and watched his every move.
When Herman was found lying on the driveway, dead, Gladstone was there watching over him. He’d been waiting for it. As I say, dogs know.
Gladstone never ate another thing after that. He simply pined and died.
Herman’s parents have a lovely photo on their wall of their little boy and his German shepherd. They’re cuddling up together.