Sander's 'Sitting! Sander's Sides x Reader

Chapter 32 - They Really Are Man's Best Friend

A/N: *choo choo* Feels train pulling into station. Trigger warning for those who don't like dogs dying. (Also, dogs are colourblind, but they can sort of see the colour red. They can differentiate red from other colours. Just an FYI.)

Enjoy!

~Sam :3

Y/N POV

Toby is dead.

Most German Shepards live for about thirteen years at the most. He's been alive for about fourteen years, however, so he did defy the odds.

I haven't talked to anybody. I haven't eaten, haven't slept, and I haven't done anything but sit at Toby's grave, and sulk along with Sumo.

Virgil comes to check on me periodically, I never see him, and he understands that I need to be alone, so he usually teleports in for a few seconds, and then leaves. I can feel him behind me, and I'm sure Virgil knows I can, but still, my family has been considerate.

My mum also does the same. Every morning before she goes out for work, and every evening she gets back, she comes out to check on me. We have Toby buried in the pet cemetery near my house, and I've been here for five days straight. Sumo is still a puppy in training to be a service dog, so he's been doing DPT (deep pressure therapy) for five days straight, since he hasn't left my side.

I finally stand for the first time in days. It's hard for me to get my balance, since I haven't stood in days, but Sumo helps me by letting me use him and Toby's gravestone to regain my balance.

I start walking home, crying the whole way. Sumo keeps alerting me to a possible anxiety attack, but I ignore each alert. After I get home, I leave Sumo in the backyard, and I set off, wandering in a random direction.

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I obviously end up getting lost. I end up on a side of town that I never go to, so I can't find my way around. I end up in a dead end alley way, where I curl up in the corner and start to cry. I just lost my best friend, and I abandoned the other in my backyard. I feel awful. I wish dogs didn't have to die. I wish they stayed alive forever so I wouldn't have to lose Toby.

Life isn't fair.

I cry for hours, not stopping. I didn't cry when Toby died, I was in too much shock. All that pain has been building up, and it finally exploded. Several people would hear me, and look into the alleyway before leaving. I didn't care if they thought I was insane. If they knew what I just went through, they'd cry with me, too.

A nice old lady comes up to me after a while, offering me something.

"Here, you seem upset. I was going to give this to my granddaughter, but you seem like you need it more." The old lady hands me a jumper. It's all black, and it looks like a sheep's wool. I didn't have anything except a tank top and shorts today, so I appreciated it. "I don't know if you're allergic to any fabric, but this is has only cotton in it, so you should be okay."

"W-w-why?" I ask, shaking due to being hydrated from crying, as well as freezing. I usually don't get cold, but I've been starving myself, so I can't really help it.

"You seemed like you needed it more, dear. Plus, I thought it would look nice on you. My kids never really visit, so I don't think I'll be needing it." She says as she rummages through her belongings. "Take my phone number if you ever need to call me, okay, dear? And take my water bottle, and this piece of candy, too."