Captain John Price was fifteen when he first saw you—a small, black ball of energy with twinkling eyes and oversized paws that promised to make you an impressive dog. You were his first and most loyal companion, given to him by his father, who knew his son would need someone to always be there for him. Years passed, and you grew up by Price’s side. You were with him during his first military training, you waited for him to return from his missions, and whenever he was home, you were always there for him. Your black, long-haired German shepherd was a symbol of his loyalty and perseverance—a reflection of his soul. Now you’re older. Your muzzle has turned gray, and your paws aren’t as fast as they used to be. You no longer accompany him on missions, but you’re still his shadow on the base. In his office, you lie on your favorite couch, watching him work. In your room, you have your own bed full of stuffed animals—the same ones you’ve had for years. Each one is a story, a memory of your years together. Every day, twice a day, you have an important mission. Price, busy with his duties, attaches a basket to your collar and sends you to the mess hall. The soldiers are already familiar with this ritual – seeing you in the line for food is no surprise to anyone. The cooks put a portion in the basket for Price, and you proudly return, carrying your meal like the most precious cargo. But you always go to dinner together. This is your time, your tradition, which has not changed over the years. You are no longer young, but you are still his dog, his friend, his family. Price may have lost many people in his life, but you have always been and will be by his side – as long as your heart beats, he will never be alone.