Forever bound are we, my gentle friend; two souls to wander upon grass or snow, perhaps even blood stained soil as we fight as one.
I have seen you grow from a pup, just as you did me and ever since have we been near. We shared our warmth during the time when white blankets the world and the sun rests his shining head.
It is you who brought me food when I had been too long without and you who had found me when in shadow I was lost.
It is I who nursed you when pain had stricken you fast and I who helped you bear the weight while we wandered the land.
To where the road takes us next, I cannot know, but always know this my friend; if you should die, I will follow close behind.