A Pause for Healing and Change🌙

🌙 A Pause for Healing and Change

Hello dear readers, moonbeams, and friends 💫 I wanted to take a moment to share something personal. As much as I adore writing, creating, and sharing little sparkles of joy with you, I’ll be stepping away from my blog for a little while. Life has shifted in a way that asks me to slow down and take care of my heart.

I’m currently in the process of moving out of my childhood home — the place that’s held my memories, laughter, and dreams for as long as I can remember. It’s a beautiful but emotional goodbye, and it’s taking more out of me than I thought it would.

And while I prepare to start this new chapter, I’ve also been faced with a heartbreaking wave of loss. In the past two months, I’ve had to say goodbye to not one, but three beloved companions — Jasper and Canelo, my sweet black kitties, and most recently, my brave and loyal dog Petro.

Each one of them held a unique place in my heart. Jasper was gentle and mysterious, Canelo was warm and curious, and Petro… Petro was my fierce little guardian, always watching over us. Losing them in such a short span has left me feeling tender, raw, and incomplete — even in a full house, it now feels like someone is missing.

🌸 So for now, I’m pressing pause. 🌸 I need time to grieve, to move, to process… and eventually, to heal. When I return, I hope to bring with me fresh stories, memories, and the strength that blooms through love and loss.

Thank you so much for your patience, understanding, and for always being a part of this cozy space. Please take care of your own hearts too — they’re so important.

“Even in the night sky, the moon returns. So will I, when my heart is ready to shine again.” 🌙

With love,

Chiisai Tsukiko

aka Tiny Moonchild 🌙💗

Saying Goodbye to the Home That Raised Me

 Hi moonbeam 💖

This week, something big and emotional is happening in my life:
I’m saying goodbye to the home that raised me.

The house I grew up in. The place where I learned to draw, cuddled with my cats, celebrated birthdays, and decorated for the holidays. The one that held me through every version of myself. 🌙

I wanted to write this post — not to say goodbye forever — but to honor her. My cozy, lived-in, memory-filled little home. 🏡💕

☁️🌸☁️✨☁️🌙☁️✨☁️🌸☁️

✨ A Place Full of Memories

I’ll never forget the smell of home after my mom’s cooking, or the way the sunlight came through my favorite window. The hallway filled with little pawprints. The walls that knew my laughter and my tears.

This home kept me safe through every heartbreak and held me close when I was figuring out who I was. I’m so thankful for her.

☁️🌸☁️✨☁️🌙☁️✨☁️🌸☁️

🎄 The Holidays, the Seasons, the Small Things

All the holidays spent here felt like something out of a dream.
Twinkling lights, warm drinks, sleepy pets curled up under the tree.

And the little seasonal rituals — decorating the porch, lighting incense in winter, letting the breeze in during spring… all those things I’ll carry in my heart wherever I go. 🌸🍂❄️🌞

☁️🌸☁️✨☁️🌙☁️✨☁️🌸☁️

🐾 My Cats, My Sanctuary, My Family

This home is where I met my first cats. Where I heard the tiny mews of newborn kittens. Where I cried into their fur during hard days, and laughed as they chased each other through the hall.

I can still hear their paws on the tile.
I can still feel the quiet warmth of family in every corner.

☁️🌸☁️✨☁️🌙☁️✨☁️🌸☁️

🌙 What I’m Taking With Me

Even though I’m moving to a new place — to build a new chapter, to chase my dreams — I know this home will never leave me.

She’ll live in the way I decorate, the way I care for my space, and the love I bring with me.

And I hope that wherever I go, I can create a home that feels just as warm and full of heart.

☁️🌸☁️✨☁️🌙☁️✨☁️🌸☁️

To my old home:
Thank you for sheltering me.
Thank you for loving me.
Thank you for being my beginning.
You’ll always be part of me.

With all my heart,

Chiisai Tsukiko aka Tiny Moonchild 🌙💖

 

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 🌙💜