Odysseus' Lesser-Known Story that Will Break Your Heart Apart
And yet, just as fascinating. Hold still, my heart...
What if the only one who still recognised you after 20 years was dying on a pile of garbage?
This is Odysseus, finally home after 20 years of war and wandering. He's disguised himself as a beggar because his palace is crawling with men trying to marry his wife and steal his kingdom. Nobody can know he's back. Not yet.
And there, lying on a dirty floor covered in fleas and parasites, is Argos.
Twenty years ago, Argos was a puppy, the fastest, strongest hunting dog on the island of Ithaca. Odysseus trained him himself. But then the Trojan War called, and Odysseus left, thinking he'd be back soon. Instead, he spent a decade fighting, then another decade trying to get home, battling cyclops and sea monsters and angry gods.
Argos waited. For twenty. Entire. Years.
When Odysseus left, Argos was young and powerful. Now he's ancient, over 20 years old, which was unheard of for a dog back then. He's been abandoned by the household, left to rot in piles of manure while his master's enemies feast inside the palace. He's got just enough life left to lift his head.
Homer describes the moment in The Odyssey: When Argos sees the beggar approaching, he drops his ears and wags his tail. He recognises Odysseus instantly, the only one in the entire kingdom who does. Not through divine help or evidence or tests. Just pure, unwavering love.
But Odysseus can't acknowledge him. Can't pet him. Can't even speak to him. Because if he breaks his disguise, his whole plan falls apart. So he has to keep walking, pretending this dying dog covered in filth is just another stray.
Homer tells us Odysseus wipes away a tear, secretly, so his companion won't see.
And then? Argos dies. Right there. The moment he sees his master one last time, after holding on for two decades, he fulfils his purpose. "And darkness covered his eyes," Homer writes. He'd been waiting, and now he could finally let go.

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About the Creator
Rene Volpi
I'm from Italy and enjoy writing. Being a storyteller by nature, I've entertained (and annoyed) people with my “expositions” since I was a child, showing everyone my primitive drawings, doodles, and poems. Still do.
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