How we deal with death is at least as important as how we deal with life.
Today my friend and soul mate of 6 years died.
This post wont be about how much Ill miss him (because I inevitably will) or how sad I am.
Itll be how much he really ment to me and my siblings.
Dont worry this isnt an actual person though he felt like it. It was my pet rottie Savage.
We got savage when my brother was 5 and my sister was 3. I was 14.
To my brother most of all savage and his brother shadow have always been around. theyre one of the family.
He pretty much grew up with him. So when my brother found him dead he just broke down.
Accusing himself of being the one who killed him. Saying things like Im a bad pet owner and Im the one who should have died
Damn, it broke my heart. so I cut of a piece of Savs hair and put it in a small bottle for him. He clung to it.
So by time i got done digging the grave and burying him (which took about 3 hours of diggin 6 feet of pretty much clay) My brother has long since realized it wasnt his fault after.
But i am going to miss that pup. He really was my soul mate.
My parents would say that if Savage was a human he would be my husband. And their probably right.
Ever since he was a pup, he was like a teddy bear.
The name Savage didnt really do him no justice but it was funny and ironic to name the most passive dog as Savage.
Yet it fit him when someone got to close to me or my siblings. Hed always yelp for me when he knew i was awake.
Even though he was huge hed still think he was a puppy and could plop his big butt down on my lap.
Sav would lick my tears when i cried and cuddle when even the time was uncalled for. Everything to him seemed to be fixed by a cuddle of the dropping of his ears.
I love Savage and I always will. There will be no dog to replace his loyalty and companionship.
So Rest in Peace my soul mate and long time friend.
May there be many hollow tree trunks for you to rest in and flowers for you to lickfav.me/d2cqcjr