A Deal with the Pale Pony

by DragonsHeart

Interlude 1 - The Dog

The dog dies peacefully, laying on the vets table while his owner pats him. It had been a good life for him for this dog. Lots of walks, pats, treats and a warm bed. He had a good family who loved him and treated him well. He will pass with no regrets with only with the wish that he could stay with his owners forever, but that is impossible and he knows it, so never mind.

He wakes up in the total blackness of limbo. He wags his tail uncertainly.

“Hello there,” says a voice behind him.

He turns around and sees to his delight a pony in a black hooded robe holding a staff. He walks over and starts sniffing its legs. After inspecting the pony he sits down uncaring in front of the pony and wags his tail and gives a quick bark.

“You are such a good boy,” says the hooded pony, reaching out a hoof to pat the dog, which he happily accepts, “Your owners will most surely miss you already.”

The dog rolls over, not understanding what the pony said, just wanting to get his belly rubbed. Which the hooded pony does. The dog makes a happy growling noise.

The pony hates to reap pets like this. It can’t imagine what the owners must feel like, and they are mostly all pretty innocent, never doing anything wrong in their life. But it is its duty to reap the souls of all, no matter who or what it is, so it must. It stops rubbing the dog’s chest and releases the scythe blade from her staff. The dog seeing the rubbing has stopped, sits up, waiting there expectantly for more pats or maybe a walk. Death hates this even more when the pet looks up at you with those big trusting eyes, unknowing what is to come. At least sentient mortals know what is to come. Giving the dog’s head a quick rub, it swigs its scythe, severing his last connection to life.

The dog stops breathing. The owner cries losing one of his best friends forever.

Death now stands alone in the darkness until its raven flies down and lands on its shoulder. It pats it head glad that it can’t die. With these thoughts it walks off. It has many other souls to reap, for it is its duty to, no matter how painful it may be.

Author's Note:

This chapter is dedicate to my families first pet dog, Finn, who died this year's.
I will miss you buddy.

This is chapter will be part of series of chapters about Death reaping different souls, that will appear throughout the story. Hope you enjoy.

Also this doesn't count towards the low flying pigeon thing for this was written at the same time as the last chapter, it just took longer to edit.

You know I also cried while writing this chapter. He was such a good dog.

Comments

[Mares-a-Mares]

Aww, I'm so sorry for your dog. I've had my share of pets who've died as well. Including our special bunny Drea.

[DragonsHeart]

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Thanks for your concern, sorry to hear about your bunny.
I have also lost a lot of pets, I think over 27.

[Mares-a-Mares]

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Wow...I can't remember the exactly number, but I think my family has also lost close to that number. In the space of a year, we lost 3 pets very dear to us...That was during my freshman year of high-school, and the summer following.

[DragonsHeart]

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Most of the pets my family have lost were chickens, followed closely by rats

[Mares-a-Mares]

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Ahh...For my family it's been cats that have died form old age, a guinea pig, a bunny, and several cats including strays. Some involving kittens who don't make it past 3 weeks. It was tragic.

[DragonsHeart]

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We have also lost 2 guinea pigs, 3 rabbits, 2 dogs, 8 rats, around 12 chickens.
Never lost a cat before cause we only just got one.
The saddest thing I have lost was when 2 wild baby rats or was it mice i saved from a bunch of bullies who were trying to kill them. One died the same day and the other one died a week later. Very sad

[Mares-a-Mares]

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Aww, I feel you. I hope you feel better. Losing a loved one is a terrible thing.

[DragonsHeart]

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You get used to it (Still cry when I think deeply about them).
I have lost a lot of love ones.
It one reason I like to write Dark stories. That and my maladjusted childhood

[The ScapeGoat]

Ah, the feeling of guilt, makes us wonder if death was alive at a time. That what she wants to feel from RD is just a mourning of what she lost by becoming death. Makes us wonder about her origin. Ahhh, curiosity.