From my place on the other side, I gaze down upon the world I once knew, my heart swelling with peace and joy. My name is Buddha, and while I may no longer roam the familiar paths of home, my spirit dances among the memories of my cherished life.
I remember the love that enveloped me, a cocoon spun by my mamas, Saraely and Navjot. In their embrace, I was not just a dog; I was their child, a precious part of their vibrant family. Saraely, with her infectious laughter and culinary magic, could turn any meal into a feast for the senses. I can still envision her in the kitchen, her hands moving gracefully as she chopped fresh ingredients, each slice accompanied by a melody that made the house feel alive. The aroma of her cooking wafted through our home, a warm invitation for me to curl up at her feet, tail wagging in anticipation.
Navjot, my Indian mama, filled our lives with music that echoed the heartbeat of our home. She shared new songs with me every day, her voice wrapping around us like a soft blanket. I remember how her laughter would intertwine with the notes, creating a symphony that resonated in my heart. Those melodies now echo in my spirit, reminding me of the joy we shared.
And then there was Aura, my little sister, bursting with energy and mischief. She brought a lightness to my days, whether we were chasing each other through the garden or snuggling close during quiet moments. Our bond was unbreakable; she was my confidant, my partner in all adventures, and her spirit still shines brightly in my memories.
A few years ago, chaos arrived in the form of Sufi, the little furball kitten. From the moment she entered our home, I felt an unfamiliar rivalry. I could sense she was quickly becoming the family favorite, her playful antics stealing the spotlight I once basked in. Though I initially viewed her as a nuisance, I couldn’t help but admire her spirited chaos. Sufi was a whirlwind of energy, darting through rooms and pouncing on everything in sight, igniting laughter and love. Our playful battles became a part of the fabric of our lives, and while I pretended to be annoyed, I secretly cherished those moments of friendship, knowing they brought even more joy to my mamas.
As I look back, I see my mamas, flawed yet beautiful, navigating their own journeys of growth. I witnessed them stumble and rise, their love deepening with each challenge. They learned to embrace their vulnerabilities and strengths, creating a garden of resilience where love bloomed even in difficult times. I was always there, wagging my tail, a constant reminder that love endures.
Now, from this place of serenity, I feel a profound connection to them still. I want Saraely and Navjot to know how deeply I loved them, how their kindness and warmth shaped my world. My spirit lives on in their hearts, in the joyful melodies and the delicious scents that fill their home. I am their cuddly Buddha, watching over them and Aura, and yes even Sufi, with an abundance of love.
One day, we will be together again, enveloped in the warmth of our shared laughter and joy. Until that moment, I will wait patiently, filled with hope and love. I remain in every heartbeat, every song sung on lazy afternoons, and every delicious meal prepared with love. I am forever intertwined in their lives, a joyful presence that will never fade.