A week ago, a young black and white furred dog, a two year-old shih tzu that was named Prince Cooler, was found dead out in my backyard, near the firepit.
I brought this young prince into my home and raised him as my own, having traded some pills to a stupid road-whore for him and his brother. I gave the brother shih tzu to a damn good friend, while keeping Prince Cooler for myself, having fallen in love with the little pup's playful behavior and desire for attention. I fed him like he was my son, eating a share of whatever I ate, giving him hotdogs, good canned food, hell, he even had steak, ribs, chicken from the grill, fresh water or milk. I loved this little prince, giving him toys, his own little bedding, my father even fell in love with the little fluff ball of white & black fur...

From what I gathered, upon finding him, it was either a fox or coyote that ended the young prince's life, having broken the neck and ripped open his belly. It seemed like a quick death, the little prince went down fighting and even as I type this, tears in my eyes and hands shaking, he will never know pain again. Prince Cooler is free now, running through the woods, along his little trails, sniffing, barking at other wild life, even marking his spots, making sure they are still his.

I ask for only a short prayer for this little prince, cause he was a true Prince. He was my son, family, a friend, and the brightening light at the end of my day.
Thank you for reading.