I had a cute pet dog named OG, short for 'original gangster'. The name was pretty savage as he was an American bully. My life took a huge turn as i got a news that he's no more. Unfortunately, i was out of town. It was the most unexpected thing that happened. We adopted him when he was just 40 days old, my baby never felt sick in his two and a half years of life. He was the charm of our house. I still remember his each and every details. After him my life felt stuck at a certain point. I tried to move on from that but it felt impossible. Shortly, we adopted another one of same breed ,it just been few days and he's getting habitual and attached to us. He's just 30 days old currently. He's has been a great help in moving on. But still, OG's death will be the biggest loss of my life. May lord, he rest in peace.