Gir watched Zim every day. He watched him go to skool, fight with Dib, watch TV, eat snacks, make new inventions, and try to take over the world. Gir worshiped his master. But his intelligence level was very low, so the things Gir did to try to make him happy never seemed to work.

Gir almost always obeyed his master. Even if it wasn't in his programing to do so. He always did.

He sang to Zim to make him happy. Zim liked doom, so that's what he sang.

Gir wasn't upset that he had to be a dog instead of a mongoose. He wanted to make Zim happy.

He rescued Zim from Dib, going as fast as he could. He wanted to help.

Gir made Zim waffles. Zim likes waffles. So he made more. When he ran out of waffle mix, he used peanuts and soap instead.

He attacked the Halloweenies that Zim didn't like and ate their candy.

He gave up every rubber piggy he owned to make Zim happy.

He stole the mean big-head boy's cameras so he couldn't make Zim sad with them.

Whenever he disobeyed Zim, it was because he wanted to make him happy. Like watching him dance. Who can be sad when they're dancing?

Gir came to Zim on TV and told them a funny story to make Zim laugh.

Gir always tried to make Zim happy. He doesn't like to see his master sad.

That's one of the reasons he jumped in front of the bullet.

Zim had shown him once how 'pathetic' earth weapons were. He had stolen a gun and had blasted apart a dummy with it. Then he had done the same with an Irken weapon. Gir had stopped paying attention after the first couple of shots of the gun. But he had seen enough.

Dib attacked Zim one day, and it was one of those 'this ends now' battles. They fought for a while and Gir watched. He laughed when Zim smiled after he got in a good kick. He aww-ed and cried when Zim frowned after Dib did. Dib had somehow managed to push Zim down onto the ground and spill some water on him.

Then he had pulled out a gun.

Zim didn't see it happen. He had been trying to get up without leaning too much on his burned hand. All he heard was the boom of gunfire and the crack of bullet hitting metal. Then the clank of his loyal robot hitting the ground.

He defeated Dib that day. Zim had disarmed him and thrown him out and ordered his gnomes to take him to the prison cells. He would deal with Dib later.

Gir lay on the ground, and his body was a mess. The bullet had traveled clean through one of his arms, dislodging it from the torso. It had then embedded itself into the middle section of the robot.

Gir wasn't built as strong as most SIR units. And a single human bullet did a lot of damage to him.

Gir was Zim's robot, his sidekick, the one who stood by him when no one else would. Gir didn't care if the other Irkens laughed at Zim and didn't care if no one liked him, because none of it mattered to the robot. Zim was his master, and he would make Zim happy. It was his job, what he lived to do.

And now Gir was gone.

One bullet could do a lot of damage.

He was beyond repair.

And he had done it to save Zim.

And now he was gone.

Zim looked at the broken robot in his arms, and a single tear ran down his face.

Gir was gone.

And Zim was sad.

There is an old human saying: You never know what you have until it's gone.