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In tribute to To LyrcoThanks to Cyrille |
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| Last Friday I lost my best friend: Lyrco, a 12-year-old cocker spaniel cross who had shared my life from the very beginning (the second day of his existence, to be precise). So I'm writing this little novel to try and get rid of some of the pain and pay tribute to this exceptional dog who was always there for me, never judged, criticized or sulked. The first to cuddle me and lick my face, sometimes even in the middle of the night. Lyrco, now epileptic, had a major seizure on Thursday night and was screaming himself to death. When he "woke up", he could only move one side, as if paralyzed, and this triggered another seizure. So I went with a friend to the vet to put him out of his misery. At the time of the injection, he was in a permanent crisis and I couldn't really say goodbye to him. He left me around 8.40 am. I buried him not far from the house in the middle of fir trees, with the sound of the river nearby. I didn't really realize it until that moment when I had to take the inert body of my beautiful Lyrco, put it at the bottom of that hole and cover it up, he who was so afraid of the dark... God, it's so hard: sleeping without him curled up in a ball against my stomach, going to work without him and therefore without hearing him moaning around 12 o'clock to get his lunch or for me to stop so he can pee... I see him everywhere. The first day I went to his grave, I thought I heard him moaning twice... So I dug again, but to no avail. He's not breathing anymore. I made him a nice grave surrounded by stones, with a cross and a wooden "L" on top. I put next to it the wooden log he loved so much. It's so hard to survive without him. Whenever I felt down, it was Lyrco who supported and consoled me... But now he's gone, and I feel all alone and fragile, with nothing to fall back on. My Lyrco was my compass. Our relationship was fused, we understood each other without speaking. He was a friend, a confidant, close and faithful to my every step, my transformation from teenager to adult. Now, 5 days after his departure, the mere mention of him brings tears to my eyes, tears of sadness that only he knew how to stop. I'd give all the world to be with him again and tell him everything he never knew, my love for him and that "thank you" for everything. Now death no longer frightens me, because I know he's waiting for me! |
English (United Kingdom) 
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