Mackie Moo will always be the light, and love, of my life. He rescued me on October 15, 2006. In the ensuing twelve years, four months, seven days, and twelve hours we had together, we were only apart for a total of two weeks, and for no longer than six nights at a time. He was my home, my furry-little-everything. In the moments we shared, all things disappeared, but for his sweet little face, beautiful soul, hilarious personality, and generous spirit. In those moments, he gave me an eternity of unconditional love and a feeling of profound joy and gratitude I know I shall never again feel. He was the purest, kindest, most genuine soul I have ever encountered. I have been forever changed by having been so immeasurably blessed to have shared in his life. I will miss him endlessly and love him eternally.
I just needed to stop by to say hi, my baby boy. It's hard for me to believe that in 3 hours, it will have been 3 weeks since you took your last breath in my arms. I wish I could say your absence hurts less now than it did in the first few days, but it's almost worse. The world just keeps spinning even though the best part of me is gone. I will stay strong and get through this because I want to make you proud, but I'm struggling, Squishy-face, so please visit me, help me. I miss you so much; I can't breathe. Mommy loves you.
I'm still here, Mackie, missing you as always. The grief isn't as intense, and I'm now able to remember you with a bit of lightness in my heart. I like to think of you lying on a pile of clothes, gnawing on a chewy, happy, and safe. I love you as much now as I always have, endlessly and eternally. I will be with you again someday, I know, and I cling to that promise as the years go by.