Shivering in the freezing rain, Max turned around to find Cogsworth on the wet grass, blood streaming from two bullet holes in his chest. Duke was kneeling beside the old English sheepdog, holding his paw in his own. Knowing better to disrupt this moment, Max stepped back.

"It's gonna be okay Professor, Max and I can fetch someone and get you help-" Duke began but Cogsworth silenced him. Coughing up some blood, he looked the mutt in the eye, "I've done... the world a... great service. I know... for a fact... that... my legacy will live on... in you." He pointed at Duke.

Shoulders shaking a bit, Duke whispered, "What am I suppose to do without you?" His eyes brimmed with tears. Smiling weakly, Cogsworth whispered, "Live... your life. I already... lived mine... now enjoy yours..." The old English sheepdog sighed quietly before his body gave a massive shudder. His paw slipped out of Duke's and landed with a thud on the ground beside him...