Thirdy

✎ What did they teach you?
Thirdy taught me how to love. Thirdy taught me to appreciate all the small things, both good and bad, around me. When he passed, his loss made me feel closer to my parents.

Thirdy always had the ability to make everything cozy and comfortable for himself. He disliked sleeping on the cold floor; he at least needed a rug to lie on. He also disliked stepping on muddy ground or a wet floor. I like to think that wherever he is now, it is filled with mountains of the softest pillows and blankets, a carpet or rug wherever he walks, and all the chicken, beef, peanut butter, and yummy treats. Absolutely no thunder and fireworks, either. (He hated them.)

My Thirdyboy, I will always look for you in the cozy mountains of blankets and pillows. I will look for you in the sun puddles where you loved to relax and nap. I will leave laundry on the floor so that you may lie on it and bury your face in my used clothes. I will miss you during afternoon naps when you would take up more than half of the space on my pillow or the couch. I will miss your light little nibbles on our clothes when you sat beside us. I will miss burying my face in your soft fur as I gave you all the belly and forehead kisses. I will miss coming home to you every day.

You're our very good boy, Thirdy. Our stinky little baby. Stinky na mabango, as we would say. My very pogi bebe. I love you forever, my baby boy. Go be with Lola and Snowie up there, okay?

11.23.2012–10.08.2026 🌈