Eddy’s latest:
In September 2017, my pug Murray passed away. He was the inspiration for Seneschal Murra Pug, and one of the pets that acted as the initial inspiration for Pugmire as a whole. The night he passed away, this small fiction piece came to mind, full-formed. It’s sad, and I still tear up to read it, but it’s something that shows just what kind of depth Pugmire can have.
Yosha knocked hesitantly on the thick oak door to her uncle’s office. She heard a deep “Come in, come in,” and pushed the door open.
Behind his desk, Seneschal Murra, Prince of Pugmire, shuffled papers from one part of his desk to the other. Yosha noticed his fur was getting grayer every day. At this point, it was more gray than black. She wondered if he would end up being completely gray at some point.
“You sent for me, Uncle Murra?” Yosha sat in the chair across from him, paws folded in her lap.
“I just need you to sign some papers, niece. A mere formality.” He flipped through the stack, and carefully extracted one. He adjusted the glasses on what passed for a nose, nodded to himself, and then handed it to her.
Yosha carefully took it from him. Her eyes grew wide as she read the first few lines. “But uncle… this is your will.”
“Yes, my child. I am not a young dog, you know, and I have to make certain… allowances… for when my time comes.”
Yosha set the paper down. “But you’re a strong dog, uncle. I’m sure you’ll live for many years yet.”
The elderly dog took his glasses off and set them aside. “Sweet Yosha, I sometimes forget how young you are. To you, everyone will live forever. But I know that I won’t. Every day my legs hurt a little more, and my cough gets a little worse.”
“But…” She shoved the paper away, suddenly. “I don’t want to think about you dying!” Her eyes brimmed with tears.
Murra stood up, walked over to the young puppy, and knelt beside her. She could hear the soft pop from his joints as he did. “There is a way you can make sure I live forever, you know.”
She wipes the tears away with a paw. “What’s that?”
He smiled, and patted her head. “Remember me. Tell everyone about my life, good and bad. If I leave just one happy story behind, then I’ll always live.” He poked her in the chest. “Right here.”
Crying, she leapt out of the chair to wrap her arms around Murra’s neck. “You’ll always be a happy story to me, uncle. Always.”
Murra hugged her back, so she couldn’t see the tears in his own eyes.
a beautiful tribute to Murray. May condolences and best wishes to Eddy
That’s a sweet story. very nice
Murray was and still is a Good Dog. I miss him so.