A Letter From Other Mama

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Dear Shaba,

My sweet, sweet Boiki… I always knew this day would come, but my heart and brain have gone completely still. I cannot seem to remember what a day even looks like without your beautiful aura filling the room.

I will never forget the day your Mama and I first caught sight of you. You were just a tiny puppy, hiding behind the monstera leaves, tucked away from the drama and shenanigans of your siblings. Mama fell in love with you right then and there. From the moment we picked you up and brought you home, life became infinitely more beautiful. For fourteen years, you have been our patriarch—the one whose entire legacy was built on love and warmth. Raising you was so effortless. Within our pack, we rightfully called you the 'lovivore', because you truly fed on nothing but love and bones. You were such a gentle, kind dog, and such a magnificent presence.

I am so incredibly sorry I was not there to kiss you goodbye, Boiki. I try not to dwell on regrets, but I so deeply wish I had made the extra effort to find you when you hid in the yard at 4am before leaving for the airport. I wish I had stopped to pat your head and bid you goodbye, just as I always did before leaving for work. How I wish I had known it would be the last time I would ever get to see you.

If there is a life beyond this one, I know with certainty that you are in doggy heaven. A soul as pure, loving, and dedicated as yours belongs nowhere else.

Though my heart is breaking, there is comfort in knowing your pain is finally over after the toll illness and dis-ease took on your body. It is bittersweet to let you go, but I will hold tightly to the wonderful memories you gifted us.

You leave behind a powerful legacy for the rest of the pack. Because of you, they are all lovivores now.

Run free, my sweet boy, run free.

Love,

Other Mama





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Anonymous said…
This tribute says all and more that I ever could. Our love-ivore is gone. And letting go was soooo so hard. I’m just glad he’s in no more pain. Wherever he is, chasing birds and raccoons, I pray he never has anything more that love and hugs.
29 May 2026 at 20:33
Anonymous said…
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29 May 2026 at 20:43
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