I like to give a meaning for almost every tattoo, and this one is probably the most meaningful one.
It was a cold winter day in November and I was leaving my house to go to the airport for a wedding in London of a friend. Soon as I step my foot out, I see my beloved dog Lars. He was my first dog, a brilliant and beautiful rough collie with big round eyes.
I knew something was off, he was not greeting me as always and not even looking me in the eyes. So I asked my mother to take him to the vet soon as possible and to keep me updated (I would have been back in three days). I gave him a kiss and ran away.
The day after was the day before the wedding. While I was with some friends I received a call from my sister telling me that Lars passed out due to a now very serious liver tumor.
The wedding was traumatic. I came back home and I couldn’t even say goodbye to him that he was gone. I know that this could be hard for some people to understand, but it took me months to recover.
This was my way to say goodbye to him and also a way to have him always with me. Sorry for this sad story, but I know that someone here will understand all the unconditional love a dog (or any other pet) could give to a human.
