11/09/2025
Yesterday, I came home with a tired body but an excited heart, excited because I knew my little “Patrash” would be waiting for me, just like he always does. I was already imagining him wagging his tiny tail, making those little cries he always makes when he sees me, asking for his milk. That small moment with him was always the highlight of my day.
When I opened my door there was only silence.I called his name but nothing.No soft cries.No footsteps running toward me.
No tail wagging.Just emptiness.
I asked papa where “Patrash” was. I was still hoping hoping maybe he was just sleeping somewhere and that’s when I heard the words I wasn’t ready for “ Patrash is gone”. He passed away. Yes, I was so tired from work, but that pain hit harder than anything else. I go inside my room and cried, because I won’t see him waiting for me again. I cried because I won’t be able to sleep beside him again. I cried because he died without me. He left this world without feeling my touch and the guilt is eating me alive. I should’ve been there. I should’ve done more. I should’ve held him one last time. Now the room feels so lifeless no more soft breathing beside me , no more little footsteps. No more little cries for milk. Before I left for school and work, I told my mama to take care of him because he wasn’t feeling well. I thought he’d be okay. I thought he’d still be here. I thought I’d still have time. But I didn’t. My baby is gone.The one who loved me without words. The one who slept beside me every night. The one who made my world a little less lonely.
Patrash, I’m so sorry I wasn’t there. I hope you felt loved until your very last moment. You were never just a dog—you were my family, my comfort, my heart.
I will miss you forever. Sleep peacefully, my little one.
You’ll always be in my heart.
💔🐾