Herbert part 1.

I held his hand in mine as we ignored the numbness now covering our fingers. His hand was furry and tiny and his nails need to be clipped, i looked into his large brown eyes and smiled when he warmed my face with a lick. If you can't tell bye now, I am talking about my dog. His name is Herbert, or Herby for short. He is an old dog but he is my best friend, when i have a bad day he always seems to know, so I use him as the base personality of my main characters boyfriend, someone kind loyal, and anyways willing to give you comfort when you need it, and can tell when your smiles are fake. I say at times i wish a guy like that existed, but than my fiancée pouts. My dog is my best friend, and it is heart breaking to think that because he is 13 he will not live much longer but i know, that his pure doggy soul will go straight to heaven for sure when he can be with his brother.