MADE WITH WANDERLOVE

As I sit down to write this, my heart feels heavy, yet there’s a profound sense of gratitude that fills the spaces of grief. Today, I reflect on the teachings of Buddhism and the principles that have guided me through this painful journey of loss, especially the idea of detachment and the understanding that nothing lasts forever. This is probably one of my greatest lessons in 44 years of life. Although I embrace change at its core, I have battled with loss. Especially loss of those that I love.

The truth is, joy and sadness coexist in this life, intertwined like threads in a tapestry. My beloved Blue, with his precious steel-blue eyes and shamanistic soul, embodied this duality. For 14 beautiful years on earth and 2 of those in our lives, he illuminated love and light, teaching me the essence of unconditional love and the importance of patience. He reminded me to stay youthful in mind, to embrace the moment, and to cherish every wag of his tail, every excited jump at feeding time, every boisterous bark at delivery drivers approaching the front door, and every gentle snuggle in bed. You my son are a force to be reckoned with. You gave baby Hims a run for his money in energy and let him know that you did not receive those beautiful grey hairs letting a 3.5 year old attempt his dominance over you!

The hardest part of being a fur parent is making the heart-wrenching decision to let go when their body begins to fail them, even when their spirit remains pure and strong. December 28th 2024, at 11:05 AM, Blue took his final breath,alongside my loving cousin Ali, leaving behind a legacy of loyalty, joy, and gentle wisdom. In those last moments, I felt the weight of sorrow. It literally hurt crying and I feel my own breathe floating out of my heart and body when his did. A few weeks later, I can find some solace in the belief that he is now free, running joyfully across the Rainbow Bridge, welcomed with open arms by Jesus and all the furry friends he has loved and lost—Fenway, Nova, Pepper, Riley, Jack, and Eli. But man, did that grief come pounding down when I picked up his ashes and paw print yesterday and hold what was once a vibrant body on earth.

Blue’s life was a gift, and his spirit will forever remain in my heart. The Buddhist principle of detachment teaches us to appreciate the beauty of what we have without clinging too tightly, knowing that all things are temporary. While it’s difficult to accept that my sweet Babaloo Bear is no longer physically with me, I find comfort in the memories we created together. He touched this world with his presence, and I will carry his essence with me always.

As I navigate through this grief, I recognize that it is okay to feel broken. A part of me feels dead too, but I know that Blue would want me to honor him by celebrating the joy he brought into my life. Animals, in their purest form, are too good for this world, and they leave an indelible mark on our hearts and souls. Our RatPack was completed because of you, sweet boy, and I will forever be grateful for the time we spent together.

Rest easy, my sweet angel. You will be missed more than words can express. Your legacy of love and light will live on in my heart. 🌈❤️

In memory of Sammy “Blue” Davis Mostowfi Sr., may we all find peace in the understanding that while nothing lasts forever, the love we share transcends time and space.