What He Left in Me | Entry 2
Dear Brooky,
Today, I am writing to you.
And I hope that, wherever you may be, in this universe or beyond, the energy of my words can still find its way to you and whisper softly into your ears.
It has been almost seven weeks since you left.
Seven weeks of learning how to live inside this new reality my life has become without your eyes, your little face, and your small warm body that I loved so much to hold in my arms.
Seven weeks of learning how to live without your endless joy, your optimism in every circumstance, and the gentleness of your soul, which helped me endure some of the hardest moments of my life.
You were only eight weeks old when I adopted you.
And for me, it was always clear that, in some way, you were the one who led me to you.
A few weeks before your adoption, I felt something that I can only describe as a call.
I had a strong intuition that I needed to adopt a dog, even though I had always been very afraid of dogs.
So I started searching online.
And then I found your picture.
And the moment I saw you, I knew.
It’s him.
I took the necessary steps, and a few weeks later, I was holding you in my arms.
You made me into a mama dragon.
You awakened the part of me that protects, that carries, that endures, and that would climb mountains, even at the end of her strength, for the beings she loves.
You awakened my heart, which at the time was still surrounded by an almost unbreakable fortress.
You showed me how deeply I was capable of loving, and how real love can exist without asking for anything in return.
In your own way, without ever meaning to, you opened a path inside me.
A path that led me, slowly, toward healing.
You brought me closer and closer to the person I should always have been, if life before you had not been what it was.
My dear Brooky,
you will never be just a dog who shared my life.
You will always remain an integral part of who I am, today and tomorrow.
To have spent almost sixteen years by your side has been one of the most beautiful experiences of my life.
And wherever your new adventures may be taking you now, the love we lived and the bond we built will remain.
Like an invisible thread that still connects us.
My nervous system experiences your death as a shock and as the definitive end of an era.
But my soul knows something else.
It knows that we are eternal.
And that real love does not disappear.
So fly, my love, fly.
Be safe.
And be free.
Basile, Beau and I love you so, so much.
With Love,
Veronika