Brown, brown, brown. That day, everything was brown. The ground below them, the leaves dangling from the branches of sleeping trees, and even the sky above them had its traces. But the most important of them all, were the pair of brown eyes, hidden behind layers of tattered and messy brown hair, which would never again see the light of day...
...or the tears streaming down her face...
This day, this horrible, cursed day, Colette had found him cold and lifeless in the forest, liquid crimson pooling beneath her fallen companion. The sky rained down upon them unmercifully, and continued to as she paid him her final respects.
"I... didn't know you... for the first couples years of your difficult life..." she began shakily. "But even when we had first met, I often looked to you for confidence. In the face of danger... you'd just be smiling your silly smile. I always loved your smile, did you know that?"
She sighed, "There's a lot of things I was never able to tell you. I thought I would have more time, but... the good really do die young."
Taking no heed of the mud below her, she sat and peered at his soulless corpse, her tears falling to the ground like the rain around her. "Remember your promises? You kept them for me. It really made me happy. Of course, you never really promised me verbally, you and your stupid pride. Stupid, stupid pride. ...You had promised me, after this long journey, you'd still be here for me, with a smile on your face to greet and open ears to listen, regardless of whatever would occur. I really looked forward to that, but now..."
She shook her head, a sad smile forming on her sopping face, "No, you can still hear me, I know you can. If I can become an angel, and Kratos and Zelos, then so can you! In fact, I know you're an angel; you were my guardian angel, as much as you could be, anyway."
She bowed her head, and remained silent for a long while. Seeing this as the best opportunity, Genis spoke up in a quiet, sad voice. "I'm sorry, Colette. I know you knew him better than I did, but still I feel really sad."
She glumly shook her head, albeit forcing a smile. "He... he was a friend to anyone who would feed him. I don't think he really valued anyone over anyone else."
He nodded solemnly, pausing before saying: "You... really loved him... didn't you?"
"Like a brother."
"I'm sure even more than that."
She sighed, "It was that obvious?"
Genis shrugged, smiling in attempts to raise her wafting spirits. "Well, it was to me, anyway. I doubt the others could tell."
Another voice stepped in. "Does it matter? You'll see him again, I'm sure of it. Hopefully not anytime soon, even he hopes that, I'm sure."
She looked up, the rain had stopped and the sky had begun to open up. "I guess you're right. Thanks, Lloyd."
He nodded, "Are you ready to say goodbye?"
"No," she smiled, "Not goodbye."
"See you later."
With her final farewell said, Lloyd shoveled the dirt over the dog's inert body. Once fully covered, he grabbed a stone he had carved and set it over the dog's makeshift grave. It read:
'In Loving Memory of Sampson, My Guardian Angel Pooch.'