02/03/2025
With the heaviest heart, I share that my sweet Monkey, the heart and soul of KindTail, passed away suddenly on Friday. A hidden tumor ruptured, causing unbearable pain, and I had to let him go. At 2:30 a.m. in the ER, I held him as he took his last breath, my heart shattering into a million pieces. I wanted more time, but it was slipping away. So, in the quiet of that night, it was just me and Monkey—just as it had always been—as I gave him his last kiss.
Monkey came into my life at a time when I needed him most. I was eight months pregnant, living in New York, and suddenly found myself a single mom. He carried me through the loneliness, the fear, and the uncertainty. When my son Zayn was born, Monkey was there—through the sleepless nights, the exhaustion, and the moments when I felt like I had nothing left to give. He reminded me that I wasn’t alone. He gave me unconditional love when I needed it most. He was more than my dog—he was my guardian angel.
Monkey was my shadow, my soul companion. With the spirit of a cat, he curled up on ledges and snuck kisses on my head as I slept. He followed me everywhere—waiting by my robe as I showered, snuggling up as I read to my kids, lying beside me as I worked. My family joked that I loved Monkey the most, and maybe they were right. From the moment we met, we belonged to each other. I believe soulmates come in different forms, and Monkey was mine.
Looking back at all our memories, I feel so grateful. Monkey gave me some of the best years of my life. He touched so many hearts, and through KindTail, his love will continue to spread to others. It occurred to me yesterday that maybe Monkey had to move on because his journey isn’t over—he has more families to look after, more love to give. And while my heart aches with the emptiness he left behind, I find comfort in knowing that love like his never truly leaves.
Monkey will live on in my heart forever. Until we meet again, my sweet boy. ❤️🌈
