|Makaria; Goddess of Blessed Death (blessed__death) wrote in deities_dot_com,|
@ 2012-07-06 19:43:00
duck years (narrative)
Chutney was an odd duck. Mostly because she had always treated him more like a dog than a duck. Chutney knew how to fetch, he quacked on command and he was a nearly constant companion when she was home and comfortable. She had other animals, but Chutney was special to her. She knew ducks didn't live as long as cats or dogs so the time she spent with Chutney was special. She had been trying to explain that to the vet on his yearly check up but mortals just didn't understand how short mortal years really were. Especially to a duck.
She didn't get upset over death very much, but when she did it normally had to do with thinking about her pets dying. Jokingly she'd explained a cat's life to her dad. It had 9 before she didn't want them to die and he appeased her 9 times before it was too much. Sure, it wasn't true, but it was her.
It was so very much her.
Makaria just wanted some alone time with her favorite duck and then she wanted to check up and check in and meet people.
But yearly vet visits just reminded her that unlike her, her pets wouldn't live forever.