Home Where He Belongs

Home Where He Belongs

🌼 Date: Wednesday, January 28, 2026

⚡ Energy: Tender. Heavy. Love-soaked.

💔 Status: Grief came back in waves – and so did peace.

🌞 Outlook: Some endings are also homecomings.

Today we got the phone call telling us that Mr. Momo was ready to be picked up.

And just like that, the grief came rushing back—thick, sudden, and familiar. The sadness. The ache. The tears that live just under the surface waiting for permission. But woven into it all was something unexpected too… a quiet sense of relief, even a touch of excitement, knowing we finally got to bring him home.

Home to be with his brothers.

When we arrived at the vet, they handed us a bag—and inside were a few surprises that completely undid us.

Momo’s ashes were placed in the most beautiful wooden box, engraved with his name. Solid. Warm. Dignified. Like him.
There was also a ceramic cast of his tiny puppy paw, his name etched beneath it, frozen forever in time. And a handwritten card—thoughtful, gentle, and full of care.

Casey and I lost it.

Full-on tears. No holding back. The kind of crying that comes from loving something so deeply it rearranges you.

Anyone who still believes dogs are “just dogs” has either never loved one this way—or has never let themselves. Our fur babies are not accessories or companions; they are family. They are children of a different kind. They show up for us on the hardest days, love us without conditions, and leave paw prints that never fade.

Momo is home now.

His ashes sit with his brothers on the entertainment center, where he belongs. Where he’s loved. Where he’s remembered. Where he’s still part of us.

Run free, sweet boy.
You were—and always will be—so very loved💖

💗 Tina –
One Badass Day at a Time