My Letter to Bubu,

Thank You for Being My Baby💕🐾

My beloved Bubu,

It’s been almost a week since you began your journey, and even though my arms can no longer hug you, I feel your presence in every corner of this home. Sometimes I think I hear your little steps, your sighs, or the sound of you settling into your beds. I wish I could see you tilt your head when I spoke to you — and then I close my eyes, and there you are: my baby, my companion, my reason to get up every day.

I found you —or rather, you found me— that Monday, December 7th, 2015. I remember it perfectly. You were so tiny, with that big head and the sweetest, most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. From that very first moment, I knew you were here to stay —to teach me what pure love means, what the gentlest loyalty feels like, and how much joy can live in simple things.

You lived ten full years —filled with tenderness, lessons, mischief, and countless moments that made me laugh, even on the darkest days. You loved your walks through the streets, your park, your hours of sunbathing, your naps, and those Sunday mornings when your peculiar walk, with happy steps toward the park and the reservoir, made the world seem brighter. You went crazy with joy —jumping, splashing into the water, shaking off, and running as if the whole world belonged to you.

You were so happy here —in your home, in the life we built together. You were my purpose, my reason, my push to keep going when I couldn’t find the strength. With your immense love and constant presence, you were the one who brought JP and me back together. Because of you, we learned to look at each other with tenderness again, to care for one another, and to heal together —as a family.

You made us a family. Without knowing it, you got to see your Abu and your Doda just a few days before you left —what a blessing that you shared that time together, surrounded by their love. It felt as if life itself wanted to gift you that moment —that quiet goodbye none of us knew was coming. And even though you couldn’t see your uncle, I know you felt him, because he loved you so deeply. We were all with you, my precious baby, wrapped in the same love, holding you with our souls as you left —surrounded by peace and light.

When the time came to let you go, we understood —with our hearts completely shattered— that you didn’t leave because you wanted to, but because your body couldn’t go on. But your soul, my love, stayed here. The plants in the house cry for you; the little birds and squirrels still come looking for you; even the cat has been visiting every day, watching me as if to say, “You’ll be okay. Baby is fine —he’s right here with you.”

On the day you left, the sky filled with the most beautiful rainbow, and I knew it was for you —a sign that you had crossed into a place without pain, filled only with peace, light, and freedom.

Since then, I light candles for you every day. I still tell you about my day, just like before, and sometimes I feel you so close that I forget, for a moment, that you’re no longer on this side. I know you’re still here —watching over us, taking care of us, moving the air around with your gentle, loving energy.

I still say good morning to you, my love, and I still talk to you about everything. Sometimes I even ask, “Beibis, what do you want to watch on TV?” or “What should we eat today, baby?” I wake up in the middle of the night and look for you, hoping to see your little pouty face peeking through the bedroom door —“Turn off that damn thing, I don’t like it!” —just like when you wanted me to stop the bed vibration that annoyed you so much. 🌙🐾

Thank you, my Bubu, for choosing me —for giving me ten years of unconditional love, and for teaching me how to be a mom to such a beautiful and noble soul.

Thank you for every look, every step by my side, every smile, every morning we shared together.

Your dad and I will keep watching over your territory every day, just as you used to do. And as we do, we’ll honor your life through love —because every corner, every bush, every street carries a story of you.

You will always be my baby. And even as time moves forward, love doesn’t fade —it keeps growing, like flowers that bloom after the rain, like the rainbows that appear when the sky and the soul cry together.

I love you, my baby.

Forever, Mom. 🕊️🐾