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My dog, Super, died this morning. He was old.. I'd had him for almost 11 years, and he was roughly 4 when i rescued him.

He was the best soul i've ever been around, and the best dog i've ever seen.

Extremely compassionate and kind - he was a healer who soothed every wound life puts on the heart. and he could smell sickness - years ago, he had been obsessed with sniffing a certain area on my dads chest - so my dad went to the doctor and was diagnosed with skin cancer that had to be removed.

My dog loved me no matter what i did and i took him with me whenever i could, and he would wait for me the times i couldnt.

we've lived in europe together.

he hated the water but trusted me to enjoy wading or riding in my kayak.

he loved to tell me secrets.

he had many names... Roo'Bear, Yeti Boy, Angel Baby, Poo'er.

Super had a great sense of humor too...

i know that sounds weird. he was 'just a dog.'

but he died this morning at 4:20. so smoke 'em if you got 'em.

i planted him in my garden, even though the ground is frozen.

and i took some of his fur/ i'll keep it in my sacred book, or weave it in to my hair.

i'm sad. and already feeling the overwhelming sense of loss and the daunting task of filling the void.

dying is not easy. but i was with him when it happened. and i did my best to help him through the experience.