10/04/2025
As I gathered Makita’s 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.
That’s 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 she’s 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 didn’t know I needed that. But I will carry it and always will.
Once you really have a living conscious being love you unconditionally, 𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗟𝗬 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗨𝗡𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗗𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬, 𝗭𝗘𝗥𝗢 𝗗𝗢𝗨𝗕𝗧𝗦, 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, that’s who you were. Fierce. Loyal. Loving. Pure. The model of perfection in every way that mattered.
Eight years wasn’t nearly enough, but it was everything.
Every walk, every look, every shared silence, they live inside me now and forever.
You’ll 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 weren’t just my dog. You were my companion, my partner, my grounding force, my ride or die, but most importantly, my family.
“𝗜 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗬𝗼𝘂… 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥”, I will see you again, 𝗜 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲.
Run free now, my Poochie Gurl..
𝗜 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥, 𝗣𝗼𝗼𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗲. 𝗔𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀. ❤️
𝑨𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒑𝒆 "𝑴𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒕𝒂" 𝑽𝒐𝒏 𝑽𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒍, 𝒂𝒌𝒂 𝑷𝒐𝒐𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒆
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