So I was reading through the inter webs and I found this and I honestly thought that it was amazing but it was so short so I decided to lengthen it up a bit. Anyway, this isn't going to be long at all. Just something I saw that I really wanted to expand on.
I see these so called humans bond with us for generations. It is not just with me but with my children, my childrens children, and so on. These immortals are truly a sight to behold. They grow and bond with us. They care for us.
Yet when the first of my line became older, his fur now graying around his muzzle, his joints stiffer than ever when he walked side by side with the immortal. You see the immortal, still with the same clean hair, young skin, and a skip to their step. This immortal took in my children and began to raise them as he himself once raised me. He bonded with them and showed them the love that I was once shown. My children aged and had their own children yet the inmortal, still with the spring in his step, still with the young hair, still with the young skin, he continued to care for us all.
I am gone from this world yet my childrens children continue on with the same immortal, still young with a spring to his step. He cares for them till they are full grown and then begins to raise yet more children from my grandchildren. This immortal still walks the earth, his spring still high and his skin still young. Even as my grandchildren pass on as others have before him.
Generations continue to unfold and the immortal still cares for them. Even as the immortal himself gained children of his own, he still refused to give us away to others and so he continued. He raised my family tree till their muzzles turned gray and their jointes ached when they walked side by side with him. Yet he bonded with them all throughout their lives and my life. This immortal is truly something special.
I notice a difference in the immortal. When the line after me began to gray around the muzzle, the joints aching with every step, the immortal did not have the same spring in his step. His hair no longer the same young glossy color it once was. His skin no longer clear and young yet the immortal continues on with life as if he too is not doomed for the after life. And perhaps he isn't.
It has been a many generation to pass. The immortal has cared for many in my family, beginning with my great-great-great-great-great-grandfather. He has kept us safe. For generations, we thought him to be immortal. But now I see differently.
For when my fur turns gray and joints go stiff, so too does the immortals. He did not take in my children, but instead gave them away to his. I will be the last that he cares for. My only hope now is that I may last until his final moments. The death of one of his kind is so rare.
The ending of a life so long is a tragedy. He has seen so much, he knows so much. I know he takes comfort in my presence. But there is still so much I still do not understand of these creatures I once saw and heard to be immortal. But despite this, I only have one wish for my immortal companion.
This wish is that I may provide the same comfort I always have in his final moments.