Becoming a Comic Book Artist

I’m sorry this had to happen to you. I’m sorry I couldn’t do anything about it.

I’m sorry you didn’t get to live longer. That you didn’t get to move out and live with me.

And I’m sorry I didn’t take you out on more walks or kept you more fit or brush your teeth as often I should. But that was mostly your fault, because you kept running away whenever I got the toothbrush.

I’m sorry… for not being as great as an owner as I think I could have been.

I love you so much. When I moved away for school, you were the one I missed the most. Whenever I traveled, I always asked about you. And for most of my life, when I had no friends, you were my friend.

You were my best friend.

I hope I was yours.

Good night, Shadow.