Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Dear Moby...


Dear Moby,

I miss you more than you can imagine.
What makes this so impossibly hard is that I didn’t get to say goodbye.
Grandpop told me I had been saying goodbye for a long time. Maybe he’s right. But it’s not the same as being there with you, eyes to eyes, holding your paws, as you took your last breath. That’s how it was supposed to be. That was our plan.
Grandma reminded me that everything happens for a reason. She said I have to let go of my guilt. Maybe she’s right. But it feels so impossible right now. I keep wishing and begging to go back in time so I could be there with you.
John told me because you died at home, my essence was everywhere, so you felt my love. Maybe he’s right. But it’s not the same as physically being there with you. Not even close.  
I didn’t get to say goodbye. Not how I wanted. Not how you and I planned.
There was one moment, as tears dripped down my cheeks and onto your cold nose, that I thought I felt you breathe again. For one brief, hopeful moment I thought I saw your beautiful soul staring back at me from your cloudy eyes. Maybe it was wishful thinking, or maybe it was you trying to give me the final goodbye you knew I so desperately wanted and needed. One last moment of you sending me love. But it’s not the same. Not enough to give me closure or ease my guilt.  
I’m so, so, incredibly and infinitely sorry that I wasn’t there for you in the end.
When you were a puppy, I named you Moby after the incredible musical artist. Our first few nights together, you’d cry because you didn’t want to sleep alone in your crate. I’d play Moby’s Porcelain CD on repeat. The music would calm you, but you’d still whine and whimper because you didn’t want to be alone. Those nights of separation didn’t last long, because I let you sleep with me. I couldn’t stand to hear you cry. I couldn’t stand the thought of you feeling lonely, even if I was only in the other room.
Over fifteen years later, I’m sitting in my living room, staring at your picture and the candle glowing beside the place on the floor where you took your last breath. I have Moby’s music playing in your honor. But now I’m the one who can’t stop crying. Because I hate that I wasn’t there for you in your final moments. I hate that your final sleep wasn’t with me.
I keep asking Squishy to tell me what happened. I ask him if you cried out in pain, or if you went quickly. But he can’t tell me what happened. I’ll never know. And I can’t stop imagining you whining and whimpering, looking for me to comfort you in your final moments, but never finding me. I should have been there. You deserved that and more.
With all my heart and soul, I’m so, so incredibly and infinitely sorry that I wasn’t there with you. You will always be with me. Always. You were by my side for over fifteen years, but you will be part of me forever.
Please forgive me. Please know how much I love you. Please know that I miss you more than I thought would ever be possible.
I hope you’re with Rooney and all the other animal friends you’ve loved and lost throughout your life. I hope your legs are strong and free from pain, so you can run and play and eat anything and everything you desire. I hope your vision is perfect again and it allows you to see unimaginable beauty in Heaven. I hope your hearing returned and its working so well that you hear me every single time I tell you how much I love you and miss you.
Rest in peace, love, and happiness, sweet girl Moby. Thank you for being the best dog in the world. 

I love you and miss you times infinity. 
Your Mom


5 comments:

  1. I'm so sorry for your loss, Karen. It's so hard to lose your best friend, your child, your soul. But each day will get a little easier. Keep remembering all of the good times. Don't let the guilt take that away from you. XOXO

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  2. My heart absolutely breaks for you. Totally sobbing my eyes out right now. Guilt is a very natural (and awful) part of grief. Even if you'd been there to hold her, there would still be guilt. I think it's one of the ways we punish ourselves, and it's so not fair on us, or on the one we've lost. I'm sure that whatever happened, Moby thought a lot more about the wonderful life you gave her than the end because that's what we all think about in the end, don't we? So I think your love gave her a loving end because of the loving life she led with you. I'm sure those are the times she'd want you to remember about her too.

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  3. Oh Karen my heart breaks for you, in time it will mend. I know even though you weren't there Moby knew it was okay because she was surrounded by your love. She will always be with you. You will have good days and bad days, but don't let your guilt take over. Although you were not there in person your presence was. Xoxox

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  4. I am sorry for your loss. After watching your video, I couldn't help but shed a tear.
    sherry @ fundinmental

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  5. This makes me cry.... Such a sweet tribute to your baby girl. She was so lucky to have you and it look like she had a very long happy life with you as her mama. The loss of a pet is so incredibly hard so I know everything you are feeling. Hugs to you, my friend.

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