Today, February 10, 2018, we say good-bye to Deziy Savage.
Deziy graced our lives for fourteen years and brought joy to everyone who loved him. His passing will be especially hard for his best friend, Katie.
“Deziy,” is short for “désolé,” which in French means, “sorry.” He was so named because after adopting him from the Humane Society, Katie, then a toddler, loved pulling on his overly large ears. And so, we built an apology into his name. Deziy, however, never seemed to mind. Over the years, I engaged in countless arguments with my daughter, insisting that his named ought be spelled, “Dezzy.’
She would have none of it.
Desiy was a master of relaxation. The effort he would expend to achieve maximum repose, was legend. In his younger years, he was, to be frank, a terror to lizards. His insistence with sharing his bounties generated additional moments of terror for us.
We dedicate this poem, “Polaris,” to our old friend. For those who may not know, Polaris is the North Star.
