04/10/2025
As I gathered Makitaโs stuff, I grabbed her collar and her backpack (The Poochie Bag) and her leash still sitting on the counter, still waiting.
The silence was the first to answer.
It was rhythm.
The percussion of her paws on the tile floor.
Her vocal barking of excitement every time when I arrived home, or if we were going out together.
The weight of her body leaning into me when the day was too heavy for me.
The way she shoved her head between my legs as I sit at my desk working reminding me to take a break from work and the stressors of life.
Reminding me to walk, to breathe, to simply be here.
The both of us sharing our moment together.
The rooms echo wider. The air feels sharper. Yet the rhythm she left in me still beats on.
I will still pause at the door.
I will still walk the same paths.
I will still expect to hear her.
Thatโs the best part.
Love that lingers.
Makita never bargained. She never made it complicated. She just arrived, and showed up with genuine love, every single day.
And by doing that, she taught me to arrive and reminded me to love too.
Now that sheโs gone, I realize what that meant.
A Love that teaches you to keep moving when your heart wants to stop.
A Love that makes the world feel briefly, beautifully warm.
I didnโt know I needed that. But I will carry it and always will.
Once you really have a living conscious being love you unconditionally, ๐ง๐ฅ๐จ๐๐ฌ ๐๐ข๐ฉ๐ ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ ๐จ๐ก๐๐ข๐ก๐๐๐ง๐๐ข๐ก๐๐๐๐ฌ, ๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐ข ๐๐ข๐จ๐๐ง๐ฆ, that love will go on forever
You were my heartbeat in fur, my shadow everywhere I was, my quiet protector and partner through every storm.
From the moment you came into my life, you made every day richer, louder, more alive.
You never asked for anything but love and gave back more than I could ever deserve.
Even in your final moments, when the world grew heavy, you still found the strength to protect me, thatโs who you were. Fierce. Loyal. Loving. Pure. The model of perfection in every way that mattered.
Eight years wasnโt nearly enough, but it was everything.
Every walk, every look, every shared silence, they live inside me now and forever.
Youโll always be with me, sleeping by my side in our bed, every morning waking me up to get our day started, every quiet evening sitting in the patio, running errands together on the weekends, our hikes,
playing ball at the park, our experiences in Search and Rescue and every place we once stood and shared together.
You werenโt just my dog. You were my companion, my partner, my grounding force, my ride or die, but most importantly, my family.
โ๐ ๐๐ผ๐๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ผ๐โฆ ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐๐ฉ๐๐ฅโ, I will see you again, ๐ ๐ฃ๐ฟ๐ผ๐บ๐ถ๐๐ฒ.
Run free now, my Poochie Gurl..
๐ ๐น๐ผ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐๐ฉ๐๐ฅ, ๐ฃ๐ผ๐ผ๐ฐ๐ต๐ถ๐ฒ. ๐๐น๐๐ฎ๐๐. โค๏ธ
๐จ๐๐๐๐๐๐ "๐ด๐๐๐๐๐" ๐ฝ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐ท๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ญ๐ก ๐๐๐๐ - ๐๐๐ญ๐จ๐๐๐ซ ๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐๐๐
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