12/18/2024
On Sunday, at 10:05pm, my baby Ziggy (Zig Zag) took his last breath. I felt it on my chest. It had been quite some time since he’d rested on my chest like that for hours. He even let me hold his sensitive paws and didn’t pull away. I’ll forever have the “what if’s” since this scenario, this suddenness, is not anything I ever imagined. I’ve never understood the phrase “stuck in between a rock and a hard place” the way I understood it Sunday at 8pm when I found out your prognosis. Ziggy brought a presence to us that I’ll never be able to put into words or explain. He was the sweetest, gentlest boy I could have ever hoped for. He is so loved.
From the day I met him as a 7 week old puppy to the day I closed his eye almost 16 years later, there was something about his eyes. They were the most welcoming, sweetest eyes I’ve seen on a pup. Even through everything, looking into his eyes made me melt. The day he chose me, he slowly walked up to me so calm, cool and collected and when I reached my hand out he came closer and licked my hand. He was the same way until Sunday with everyone.
Thank you to everyone who came into our lives and met and pet and spent time with Ziggy. Thank you to everyone who gave him grace as he aged. Thank you to everyone who helped me with him when I was working long hours and needed someone to check on Ziggy or watch him and keep him company for me. Thank you to everyone who gave him love and attention and hugs. From the bottom of my heart it made me so happy to see him so loved.
Ziggy is definitely going to be the sweetest, flyest, most dapper angel in the sky. There will never be another.
To the absolute swaggiest of babies - I love you and miss you so much Ziggy. I’ll never get over you. Rest well my baby, Mommy.
