Titel
Chorus
Santi,
you were the holy one to me.
Not because you saved the world,
but because you stayed with me.
When my heart grew quiet,
you were the warmth that helped me breathe.
Santi,
you were my friend…
and I miss you already.
Verse 2
You knew how I was feeling before I spoke,
when days were heavy, you came close, no noise, no hope to fix.
You curled beside me, a gentle lick, a sign,
as if you said, “I’m here. You don’t have to be fine.”
And when life felt lighter, you truly shone,
you came to play, stepped forward, then back again, joyfully calm.
Not demanding, just inviting me in,
“Come on, just a little — let the moment begin.”
You could look annoyed when the cat pushed too far,
not angry, just honest: “That’s enough, alright.”
You were gentle, patient, steady and kind,
a good heart written clearly in every line.
Chorus
Santi,
you were the holy one to me.
Not because you were flawless,
but because you stayed so gently.
You didn’t fix my broken days,
you simply stayed with me.
Santi,
you were my friend…
and I miss you already.
Verse 3
You were my son’s dog — that’s the simple truth,
he brought you home when he still lived with us, still young.
Then life moved on, families grew,
my son found his own way — and you went with him too.
That was right. That’s how it should be.
Love doesn’t break just because it’s free.
And still you came back, again and again,
not like a stranger — like someone who remembers.
One soft bark at the door said, “Let me in,”
not loud, not rushed — just patient and kind.
If no one came, one more, still calm, still slow,
a quiet reminder: “I’m here. I know.”
That black sofa, your place from the start,
only with towels — you learned that part.
If they were there, you climbed up and slept,
if not, you stayed down — respect well kept.
And when you were tired, you didn’t ask,
you didn’t search, you didn’t mask.
You lay down.
And slept.
Deep and safe.
Like trust itself had taken shape.
Bridge
I remember the lake. The summer air.
You went into the water, but not too far — you needed land still there.
You loved the water, but safety mattered more,
your paws on the ground, your eyes on the shore.
I swam further out, and then I saw your gaze,
quietly watching me through the light of the day.
You didn’t follow, you didn’t cry,
you stayed where you were — and still stayed by my side.
On the way to the mountain, you had your place,
where you always stopped to splash your face.
You knew your needs.
You knew your pace.
Final Chorus
Santi,
you were the holy one to me.
Not holy like a statue,
but holy like loyalty.
You walked beside my life,
through joy and quiet grief.
Santi,
you were my friend…
and I’m learning how to breathe.
Outro
You are sick now.
Cancer is stealing time away.
And I miss you already,
even while you stay.
When you lie down and rest,
I watch every breath you take.
And I know — loving you
was worth this pain,
worth this goodbye.
Santi.
My friend.
My friend.
