Goodbye, My Little Guardian — Petro's Last Chapter🕯️

A tribute to Petro, Jasper, and Canelo

Moving out was never supposed to be this hard.

Sure, I knew it would mean saying goodbye to the only home I’ve ever known—familiar corners, aging walls, memories soaked into every creak of the floorboards. But I had a vision of a new beginning. A fresh start... with all of us. My cats. My dogs. My family. My little Petro.

But life doesn't always wait for us to be ready. And on June 1st, 2025, at 8pm, my brave, cuddly baby Petro passed away.

Petro was a long-haired chihuahua with the soul of a protector. He stood tall (on his tiny legs), always reaching up for hugs, craving closeness. He loved plushies—not to destroy, but to have. A little guardian with a comfort plush. He buried his food like he had secret treasure maps. He lounged lazily in his dog house or got into silly mischief. He was sweet, strong, loyal—and completely irreplaceable.

He was 9 years old. And he was my heart.

But this grief isn't just from one goodbye.

In the months before Petro passed, I also said farewell to two of my beloved cats. Jasper and Canelo. One in April. One in May. Back-to-back losses that I never saw coming… and now Petro, too. Three cherished souls, gone before I could take them with me to the new home I dreamed we’d all share.

I buried Jasper and Canelo here, in the soil of the place that raised me. I’ll carry Petro’s ashes with me, close to my heart, as I step into this uncertain new chapter. And though I know we’re leaving out of necessity—San Diego has become too expensive, and our home too old to repair—it still feels like I’m grieving more than pets. I’m grieving a lifetime.

The house is full… but it feels incomplete.
Just one less of us. But everything is different.

To my Jasper, my Canelo, my Petro…
I’ll never stop loving you. You made me laugh. You comforted me in silence. You were my soft place in a hard world. You are all part of me, forever.

And to anyone reading this:
Hug your pets. Hold them a little longer today.
Because sometimes, the smallest hearts leave the biggest spaces behind.

Thank you for reading this tender part of my heart. Even in grief, I believe love finds a way to bloom again 🌸 I carry their memories with me, and maybe, through these words… you carry a little of them too.

With love and moonlight,

Chiisai Tsukiko, aka Tiny Moonchild 🌙💜