03/12/2024
Buster the Boxer here from the Rainbow Bridge Bureau of Enlightenment and Bacon Affairs 🐾✨
Dear Humans,
First of all, let me start by saying: I see you. No, not in the creepy "dog staring at you while you shower" way (though, classic me 🛁👀). I see your sadness, your aching heart, and that lump in your throat when you think no one’s looking. Losing a furry soulmate is like losing a part of yourself—and trust me, I’ve seen it from both sides of the bridge.
Here’s the thing: love that big doesn’t just vanish. It transforms. It wraps itself around your memories, your stories, and yes, even the dog hair still stuck to your favorite sweater. 🐾❤️
Let’s talk about grief. Grief is weird, isn’t it? One minute, you’re laughing at that time Mittens knocked over the Christmas tree 🎄😾, and the next, you’re ugly crying into your cereal because their bed is still in the corner. That’s normal. Grief is just love in its rawest, most uncombed state.
But here's a secret we pets know from up here 🌈:
We were never just your pet.
We were your confidant, your cheerleader, your reminder to stop and smell the roses (or the hydrants 🚰). So it’s okay to feel like the hole we leave behind is massive—it is. But guess what? That hole is filled with all the best parts of us: the purrs, the tail wags, the snuggles, and the bacon-stealing escapades.
Now, let’s sprinkle a little Boxer wisdom on this kibble of life:
Celebrate the Weirdness.
The clumsy zoomies, the ridiculous nicknames (looking at you, "Sir Floofington of Purrshire" 🐕🦺👑), the 3 a.m. wake-up calls for no reason—those moments are sacred. Hold onto them like a dog holds onto a chew toy: forever and with slobber.
Feel All the Feels.
Cry if you need to. Laugh if you want to. Eat a tub of ice cream and blame it on the cat. Grief is messy, but so were we, and look how much joy that brought!
We're Still Here.
No, you won’t see us in the corner of your eye or hear us padding around the house (though I wouldn’t rule it out—cats are sneaky 👀🐈). But you’ll feel us. In the warm patch of sunlight. In the perfect belly laugh. In the quiet moments when you just know we’re wagging our tails at you from the other side.
And humans, remember this: the love you gave us? You’ll give it again. Maybe to another four-legged tornado of chaos. Maybe to someone else who needs it. That’s not betrayal—it’s legacy.
Final Thoughts from Your Favorite Rainbow Bridge Resident:
Up here, it’s all belly rubs, endless bacon, and naps in the sun 🌞🥓. But the best part? Watching you carry on, not because you’ve “moved on,” but because you’ve moved with us. So keep going. Laugh often. And when you think of us, don’t just cry—smile. We’re smiling too.
And if you’re wondering, yes, every time you drop food on the floor, we do see it. And yes, we are judging you for wasting that perfectly good piece of cheese. 🧀🙄
With love, snorts, and eternal tail wags,
Buster the Boxer 🐾🌈
P.S. If you’re ever feeling lost, just look up. We’re here. Watching. Winking. And probably eating your bacon. 🥓✨