His Young Fragmented Soul

Part One - The Boy

It was a warm sunny day down in Leicester, the flowers were blooming, the birds were singing, the people are happy.
But the boy, Donny Krinkov who was 17 at the time was all the more happy. His family had got him something he had longed for since he was a but a young boy; they had got him a dog, a pup, no older than 3 months and was a Labrador.
The dog was cute, cuddly and mostly loyal, the boy named it rover and loved it as if it were that of what meant most to him; his family.
Everyday up until he was 25 he walked the dog, fed the dog, played with it... heck he even trained it.
However, when he was 25 years of age he moved out his parents house, rented an apartment and had taken his precious dog with him.
From there on they live a happy life. He continued to love his dog. He had also visited his parents every week and had taken the dog with him every time. He never left it alone in fear something would happen to the dog whilst left at the apartment.
The boy now 26 had also gotten a job as an executive at a fairly pretigous business. The boy was doing well for himself, he had a roof over his head, a companion that was always there for him, a well payed flexible job and a loving helpful family.
Although the boy had problems at work and at best were but minor he was doing great and on the way to a great life...