NOTE: From reading the summary you probably know that this story revolves around our beloved Alpha, and his new life. My apologies if characters are OOC. By the way, I don't own UP, just my OCs.

Chapter One, To Remember

Present Day
New York, Manhattan
The Hospital

It might just be how life is, or it might be just because God hates him. His new life came in such a rush and ended so quickly, but who could he blame? That's life, cruel as it is, that's life. He remembered, the memories he had of his old owner, and the pack, how he used to be the alpha dog, but those memories are long gone now, replaced by new ones.

He must admit that these new memories were a tad bit better. He was treated well since he returned the respect, and he had always been a good dog to both the old and the young. The dreaded cone of shame had been taken off thanks to his new owner – the old woman and he had become so close. So close that her death had affected him. It was only two weeks when he had been adopted, and till then she suddenly dropped dead.

Sad as the death was, he couldn't bring himself to cry… because, he didn't know how. He felt something inside his throat that wanted to come out, but he refused to unleash it.

After the funeral of his beloved new owner, he wondered if he would resume his life with Carl Fredricksen and the pack, but instead he was passed down to the old woman's granddaughter. She was around her twenties, and her name, was Lois…

She was what he remembered the most, he remembered, the first time they met.

The Past
June 14th, 2009,
Chapel

Two weeks, that's all he had. Two weeks of bliss and it had been ripped from him so quickly. Everything was becoming into a mess, as if his days with Judy Vittora had been a happy beginning of a good book that reached a climax, and came all crashing down in the end. He was alone now, well, in reality he was greeted by his pack and Carl, Dug, and that what's his face kid… Russell, was it? Whatever.

But in his mind he was alone, alone as he'll ever be since the one person who had made him a tad bit happy is gone now. He didn't show sadness, or sympathy, that would be a pathetic scene. Instead he sat in front of the chapel bench at the front row, as the priest gave the final vows of the funeral. He could feel eyes on him; especially the dog pack's. They were probably wondering why he held his head high when they were practically breaking down into tears. In reality, he was losing it. With Judy gone where will he stay? Who would care for him, and make him happy. Who would he make happy? Why the hell do all the bad things have to happen to him; all just a bunch of questions that ran through his mind.

When the funeral ended, he was left to sulk in front of Judy's coffin. It wasn't that hard to do, because he didn't do it. He only examined her resting place, the coffin. It was white, with golden rims around the sides, and a few floral designs on the rims.

A lone ear twitched at the sound of people conversing about the funeral. He heard them talking about how Judy Vittora would lighten up their days when it was gloomy, and how the loss was too soon and they were sorry. Sorry? Hah! They didn't even do anything to have the right to say their apologies. Judy's daughter Diane was still in tears; and her on-going sobbing had started to make his ears ring.

That's when she came into view. She just… simply walked her way up beside him and stopped by his side. Shaking his head he looked up at a woman, brunette and light skinned. She didn't wear a funeral suit, but a black vest over a white blouse, complete with jeans and boots. Her long hair was down, and she swore ebony squared shape glasses. She bent down to get a closer look at him, and he shifted his eyes without a care at her presence.

"Hm, I guess you're grandmother's dog," she said, "Alpha, right?"