Mika, today would have been your 9th birthday.
We were a power couple. Me, the shy one, struggling to make conversation with anyone new, and you, always being there to break the ice and melt everyoneâs heart with just one look. You were never Assafâs dog - I was Mikaâs dad, and I could not be prouder of that title, because there is no accomplishment in the world that even comes close.
The doctors say your heart failed, little one. It filled with fluids, but the truth is, your heart was always full - with the love you had for the people you cared about so much, each one a unique bond that you created. You had the biggest heart, little one, maybe it was too much to bear.
You are the love of my life, I miss you.
Every time I had a rough day, when I was stressed or just feeling down, you would pass by nonchalantly, tapping on the glass door with that look waiting for me to open it for you. You sensed everything I felt. Youâd put your head on my lap, and when things were really rough, youâd let me give you a long kiss. Iâd take a sniff, and youâd return the love with a gentle lick. Then youâd go, tapping on the door again for me to let you outâbecause, of course, you had a busy schedule ahead. And with all due respect to your dad feeling a bit down, you had more visits to attend, and you were already running late.
You were an independent soul, moving between floors in the office, working your magic on everyone so theyâd give you a snack or play with you. Iâd feel a little jealous, wishing I had your grace, assertiveness, and courage.
But every now and then, in the middle of your daily adventures, youâd think of me, maybe even miss me a bit. Youâd start to run in circles, searching, crying for anyone who might help you find me. Then, Iâd hear someone in the hallway shout, âAssafâs here, Mika, you donât need to worry.â Youâd come closer, make sure it was true, give me a sniff, and continue on your way.
When we said goodbye, I tried to do that, too. I took one last, long sniff of you, but it didnât work, Mika. I canât just go about my day. I need you by my side; I donât feel complete without you.
When you were a puppy, we worked on positive thinking. I used to tell you that you were BeyoncĂŠ, and like her, there was nothing you couldnât do. And you always did. You were hard to get; people always wanted you just a bit more than you wanted them. Weâd turn the A/C up so itâd be cold enough in the bedroom, and youâd have to sleep on the bed with us. Then Iâd brag about how you agreed to sleep next to me that night. When you were in bed, Iâd let you pick your spot first (you always picked the middle), and Iâd hold my breath, restraining myself from petting you even a little, out of fear youâd get up and leave.
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