Singa Bear Nightingale

Yesterday, I returned my best friend and eternal life partner Singa back to the stars from which she came. This is a song written for her, by one of her dear friends Jimmy, who always took exceptional care of both of us, and I am so grateful for this song he made for her that perfectly captures how I felt about her. I adopted Singa 14 years ago, when I was 19 and she was 1. I fell in love with her the moment I saw her. The day I picked her up, I put her her in my VW convertible I had at the time and I remember looking at her perfect angelic face and her long white eyelashes, and I said to her, well, what do you want to do now...? She just licked her nose and stuck her face out the window and we rode off into the sunset together. Every morning since, we woke up together, ate breakfast, went for a walk and started a new adventure. She lived with me through college, 15 different roommates, 9 different homes, 4 different cities, went on road trips with me, has been in private planes, yachts, beaches, jungles, forests, rivers, helicopters, hotels, busses, trains, been arrested with me....every triumph, every sorrow, she was by my side, always full of a kind of non judegemental love that I've only heard about in love songs. When I was hit by a truck and bedridden for months, and life felt so dark I couldn't imagine a reason to get out of bed...she sat by my side, demanding nothing, giving everything, letting me heal and filling me with snuggles and keep my dreams of being able to walk her again without pain alive. 3 years ago, she had liver cancer, and the doctors said she had a 10 percent chance of surviving the surgery, but when I was deciding whether to take the chance, and remove half her liver, she looked at me, so sick, arms full of tubes, and stuck her head out the window to smell the air and I knew she wanted to fight. She lived, thrived and was loved every single day since until her death. She loved swimming in the ocean, could eat a rib bone in 1 minute flat, could not take a bad photo, always crossed her paws when she sat, went to a beauty salon to get her dyed (blue, purple, pink, magenta, teal were her preferred colors) had some of the wildest legendary birthday parties you can imagine, dominated dogs 4x her size, loved playing in mud pits and could destroy a squeaky toy in 30 seconds flat. She was beloved by all that saw her and a rockstar from the moment I met her, until I held her head and said goodbye. I have never known a creature to have more passion, personality, pizazz and chutzpah and she truly was my spirit animal. I was so lucky to have found her, and if you have time, please say a prayer for her perfect little soul...I know she has returned from the glittering star from which she came. In my dreams, she's running through the forrest, eating unlimited steak, drinking from crystalline streams. My protector, my love, my everything, my Singa Bear Nightingale Superstar. I love you with everything I have, you loved me despite everything I wasn't. I pray that everyone gets to experience a limitless love like hers once in their life. I will keep her in the cells of my body, and try to spread her life work, mainly, to love everyone, without question, and treat every problem with a smile, one paw at a time. Wherever you are, hold the things you love tight, you never know when it's going to be your last time. I hope anyone and everyone that loved her can feel peace knowing that she went to sleep surrounded by nature, on a velvet pillow, engulfed by the people who worshipped her, with Raspberry Beret on in the background. She always walked in through the outdoor. May you rest in eternal charisma and glory, as was your style.