It’s been a year since we lost the Littlest Man... a year where not a day has gone by when I don’t think of him and miss his happy dances, his crooked legs, his perfect smile. The fact that so much of our menagerie has joined him since his passing makes this day even more difficult. Last year was a year of loss, beginning to end, and my heart is shattered with grief. But on this day, the anniversary of my Little Man’s passing, I’m going to remember that his name means hopefulness, because that was what he gave to me, and that, I believe, is what he continue to give to all of us missing him. #rip #oneyear #grievingstill #grief #dogloss #petloss #itstillhurts #thelittleman #littleman #rajaa #raj #hope #hopeisthethingwithfeathers #hopefulness #alwaysremember #neverforgotten #travellingwithpets #travellingmenagerie #adventuresofthetravellingmenagerie #adventuresofthetravellingmenagerieroundtwo
I received a call from the vet in Sophia today with the results of Moomkin’s biopsy. He did have stomach cancer, gastric carcinoma, an untreatable form of the disease. She was sadden but relived to hear that we had already laid Moomkin to rest: it was the right choice.
I knew when I made the choice that I was doing what was best for my dog, I didn’t have any real doubts. But since I let him go, and while we waited to hear back from the vet, the thought crept in on me now and again: “What if it wasn’t cancer? Should I have waited? What if he could have been treated?” There is no joy in learning that my dog was, in fact, as sick as we feared. It hurt as badly to hear it now as it had to hear the initial diagnosis two and a half weeks ago. But there is some closure, some peace in knowing that in listening to my heart, I was able to make the right call for him, even without all the medical answers.
I miss my Happy Face. I look for him in the mornings and dream of him at night. If I close my eyes really tight, I can still hear his booming bark mixed in with the others. The hole he left is massive, unfilled, and aching. And I’m not the only one who grieves. Nibble doesn’t guard her territory much anymore. She’s quiet and wanders around seeming lost. At night, she cries to come inside, a very rare occurrence. When I visit his grave every day, she joins me. She misses him too, we’re both still reeling from his loss. But now that we have all the answers, maybe we can start to heal, and he can truly rest in peace. #rip #restinpeace #moomkin #cancer #sayinggoodbye #grieving #theanswerhurts #happyface #happiestoffaces #nibble #tibetanmastiff #tibetanmastiffofinstagram #meattradesurvivor #meattradedog #rescuedog #rescuedogsofinstagram #travellingwithpets #travellingmenagerie #adventuresofthetravellingmenagerie #adventuresofthetravellingmenagerieroundtwo
