This a story about my first ever wolf in Minecraft.

Twas a nice day of exploration in the forest where I long to find a wolf of my own after the new minecraft patch that came out. My prayers had been answered as I stumbled upon a wolf and had the bones to tame him and so I did... I named the wolf Max.

And so Max and I spent countless hours exploring new territories of the forest and hunting monsters. We became the best of friends ever.

Eventually, I paused the game to go eat dinner. I came back 30 minutes to find my game not paused with my character outside in the forest at night! The sound of monsters and my dog making the squealing noise from getting hurt. (I figured my brother must have done this to troll me.) Fortunately, Max had guarded me the entire night with little health lost. Max didn't sound too well and we were far from home. Day time was no where near either. In our attempt to make it home Max and I were surrounded by zombies and skeletons.

The battle had been won... but at what cost for Max was nowhere to be seen.

He saved my life that entire night I had been away from the keyboard at the cost of his own.

As the sun was rising, I had arrived to my house safely.. Later that day I gathered some tools dug him a grave. Max... you were my fucking hero man.