It had been a while but it was just a normal day at the pub. I was finishing up wiping down some glasses behind the bar. My girls were all working tables as it was a decent night for activity. Earlier I had finished up some brews and the whole thing was just well – nice. The supernatural evil radar was blank and it looked like for once the Silver Shields were going to have a slow week.
“What a lucky dog.”
The voice belonged to Tequila and she was probably referring to Pint who was curled up in his usual place and snoring lightly as he was sleeping off a couple of beers.
“Why do you say that?”
“Well, look at him. He lays about all day and drinks beer. When he is not doing that he is wandering around the pub looking up skirts, well when the patrons are wearing them anyway, and leaping on female laps for attention. Otherwise, he spends his time trying to get in some mischief and his owner let’s him get away with it.”
“I own Pint as much as the government owns the next galaxy. He is his own dog and I couldn’t stop him from doing what he does anyway. Remember when the dog catcher tried to get him. Net went right through him. Besides if I was a dog I would spend my time doing pretty much what he does. I however would not say Pint is as lucky as you claim.”
“He is immortal and that kind of flips the tables on the whole human-canine thing. He has had more people than I have had dogs and that means he is the one who experiences grief over and over again when he loses a person he loves while we get off from grieving by dying. Normally it is the other way around.”
“He is the spirit of liberty and freedom. As long as someone believes in those things and has a place for them in their life, he lives on. I will be long gone and some other bloke will be serving his theology here and he will bumming beer off that guy. Immortality though is really not a desirable state unless everyone has it. Otherwise grief from death makes living forever pretty hard while others die around you. Pint has experienced loss and grief many times but such is the price for immortality.”
“No. Vampirism is a false immortality. It allows a person to live on this world as long as the world keeps going. One day it will end and the vampires will cease to exist. Pint will always live. His immortality is true immortality. But all immortality in a sense has a price tag.”
“Like being left behind all the time when others die?”
‘Yep. Immortality is only really beneficial when everyone has it. Then no one gets left behind.”
Tequila seemed satisfied. She went back to serving drinks and I looked down once more at Pint. “Them that die will be the lucky ones.” Long John Silver probably was more a theologian that he thought. I was glad for the fact that I would never have to bury Pint. The thought of having to put him down was more than I could bear. Liberty and freedom are after all valuable commodities and Pint was a really good dog.
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