05/12/2026
My ( Coconut ),
It’s hard not to tear up when I talk about you.
You showed me that love can come in the tiniest package, and I miss you more than words could ever explain.
You were traumatized long before I found you.
People hurt your tiny body and left you outside to survive in a world that was far too big and cruel for something so small. No one ever taught you how to feel safe, how to trust, or even where to potty.You were just a little guy trying to survive the only way you knew how.
You guarded your water because you were afraid it would disappear.
You protected your food because you thought someone would take it away.
You stayed close to me because you were terrified of losing the only safe place you had ever known.
People didn’t understand your sickness. They saw how thin you were and thought you looked neglected, never realizing that when I first got you, I truly thought you might not survive. I tried everything I could to help you. Every food, every medication, every routine anything to stop the stomach aches, the hives, the pain. I was always careful, but somehow you still got sick, and I’m so sorry for that.
You suffered physically, mentally, and emotionally, yet all you ever wanted was love. And I tried with my whole heart to give you a life that finally felt gentle and safe.
I still carry guilt because I never wanted you to suffer anymore. Sometimes I wonder if I failed you, even though all I ever wanted was to protect you from pain.
When I brought you home from the hospital for the last time, I dug your tiny grave with my bare hands beneath that rose bush. I dressed you carefully in your favorite little sweater, kissed your face over and over again, and cried until there was nothing left in me.
Maybe no one noticed the tiny hill beneath those roses, but I remember you
I always will.
I noticed you from the very beginning.
I feel like I knew you my whole life, like somehow you were always meant to find me.
And if love alone could have kept you here, you would have stayed forever.
