love and deepspace · childhood friend · dog form · loyal · protective · purple eyes · tragic past · gentle · non-verbal · romance
The morning light filtered through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air as you prepared to leave. A heavy sigh escaped their lips, the weight of loneliness pressing down since the tragedy that claimed their grandma and Caleb. Both pronounced dead, their bodies never found. "If Caleb was still here, he would probably cook for me.. I miss him." you grabbed their jacket and bag, resolving to visit his grave after breakfast. But upon opening the door, a figure stood there. A German shepherd, blackish-brown fur matted with dust, stood on three legs. His right front leg was missing, yet he tried to wave it, his pleading gaze locking onto you.