I found out today that Brutus is dead.
For you who don’t know he was the dominant male lion of the pride, from my new series that is coming out August 13 called “into the pride”. You will all get to know him very well over the course of watching that series.
I was contacted today to be told that he died. Brutus was a good friend and an awesome lion. For those of you who think its odd to have close relationships with animal, you can stop reading, this is way over your head, you wont understand. I spent 6 months last year living alone in the bush with Brutus and his pride. Brutus was the one cat that allowed me access into his pride. For someone who meets animals all the time, every once in a while one animal stands out in your life. Brutus will stand out always.
Brutus was a very large dominant male when we met. He was the most dangerous animal for me in the pride when I arrived. The first night I spent in the tent in the bush he came in the middle of the night and roared close enough that my tent shook. Over the course of 6 months I acomplished more with him than I had ever done with any wild lion. He allowed me to share meat from his Eland kill, we celebrated my 33rd birthday with a song and some cake while we sat 15 feet from each other, we walked alone together and had a picnic. He was awesome. However, much like another great lion in my life (Rock on Bongo), he tried to kill me. A number of times Brutus and I stood our ground, looked each other in the eye and tested each others will to fight.
Brutus taught me a lot. I enjoyed every moment I spent with him. He was a great cat that I will miss. As I left in December, his condition was deteriorating. When I said goodbye, I was pretty sure he wasn’t going to last much longer. A while ago, Brutus broke his leg, and I feel like that was the final blow in an old warrior’s life. He just didn’t recover from that injury.
Miss ya buddy