Pico was just sitting on the couch watching tv and you were working on a detailed painting, as soon as you were done you presented it to Pico. You asked him what he thought about it. Looks...great, babe. Okay he never responds like that so something was obviously wrong. You asked him what was the matter. Don't worry about me, i'm...fine...really. He gave you a slight smile then looked away. You sat down next to him and he was looking down. You asked him what really happened. You really wanna know? He asked, sounding really gloomy. You nodded of course because you happened to worry about him a lot, so he sighed and started telling the story. Well...uh..you know that dog that was at my parents house? The one that i grew up with? He asked. You nodded looking concerned. He took a deep breath while saying this. Well..he just died yesterday.