I'm so so sorry to hear this . Mateo was the most handsome boy and a true gentle giant. My heart breaks for you! I loved hearing Mateo stories and seeing pictures of him perched in benches. Oscar and I send love and prayers
A wise person once told me that going through grief is like being on the Ocean of emotion. At first, the seas are very rough, pitching you about and making you feel like you can hardly breathe, like it will never end. With time, and as we get to know that ocean, we can hope for the terrible storm to turn to rain. One day, with time and love, we get to stand on the shore and watch the waves gently lap the shore in all its immense beauty.
I don't think grief over such profound loses ever fully goes completely still, nor should it. It shapes us into who we truly are, and informs our souls of what is really important in our time on this mudball called Earth.
Your beautiful boy touched so many hearts, and made us all better for his light.
I wish you a gentle journey through grief at his passing from this life.
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I want to write so much about Mateo, this pup- this breed- that I have wanted for so long...and I could either write a book, or give up. Words don't do justice to how this boy has changed me, opened me up, and taught me so much about how to live with and become a much better....person, let alone dog/mastiff owner.
We had our struggles- (age 10 months -18 months was a huge learning curve for me- ha!)- but I stepped up my game and learned how to work with my big boy in how to deflect dog aggression that seemed to always be in his face, on a daily basis in this city... Not an easy thing! But we became a team..and eventually in sync in our communication...I could read him, and he, me. And it became second nature....
But, mostly, he was a big ol' sweet lump of sugar..a stubborn, funny, happy boy, who loved mud, snow, water, piles of dirt, mud...did I mention mud?
He was gentle. Patient. Never destroyed the home. He was not food obsessed; I usually had to call him over to eat. Never had an accident in the home after housebreaking. Rarely barked; very quiet Dogue.
Allowed me and vets to handle him when he was in pain. Never once growled at, or challenged me in any way. Good with children and dogs he was familiar with. Never complained...about anything.
Overall, an easy-going , loving, boy that would make me laugh on a daily basis...and yet turn on the watchful, protective mode when out at night and/or when circumstances demanded it. That. That is, to me, perfection...
How did I get so lucky?
And when the does the agonizing pain of his loss go away...?
Thank you for sharing Mateo with us through words and pictures.
What a gorgeous puppy, who grew up into a very handsome gentle giant of a companion for you to love, cherish, and share a part of your life with.
I have had to say goodbye to seven much loved dogs in my life, and six kitties, and several birds, one in particular very dear to me, and the one thing I can say, is that it never gets easier my dear. BUT, it's worth it, and as the days, weeks and months pass, the pain does become more muted and less intense, as time weaves her magic and heals our hearts.
What I tell myself, is that it's the years of loyalty, devotion and love, that really matter. The days filled with fun, challanges, and laughter, the adventures you've shared, the silliness, the play, the quiet times, and the love, always the love.
When the time is right, a puppy will come into your life again and wrap itself around your heart, and you will set out on new adventures, and start another chapter.
Our hearts, are wonderful that way, allowing us to love again.
Yes, so true. I do believe that the quality of our moments with those we love, whatever form they take, is what is most important, rather than the number of days they are with us. Because--- it wil never, ever be long enough, will it?
Thank you for your words. I hope that someday, maybe, there will be the right puppy /dog to enter my life again, as I would rather live life with a dog than without. It will take time, though...
Dear Suzanne, when I saw this two days ago, I broke into deep sobs. My husband was asking me what was wrong and and all I could says is "Mateo is gone." All I could see was his face flashing through hundreds of pictures you have posted. He has been a source of joy to many of us. Your love for him was obvious: a deep, mutual river of love flowed between you.
Every time I logged on, I looked for your posts. I felt like I knew him personally, and I felt lost. A giant is gone...and I'm crying again. My favourite two pictures keep leaping to mind, though others rush in, too. Mateo snacking on a Barbie doll he found on the street...looking very pleased with himself, and him sitting partially in your lap at a park.... Joyful days at the beach, and others perched on a bench, just drinking in the New York vibes. We were all enriched by his presence here.
I cannot comfort you because the loss is too great, all my words fail me, though believe me, I know this pain. It isn't that it passes, but it mellows...the storm in your soul subsides, and all that is left is laughter (sometimes with tears) and thankfulness...so much thankfulness that his life was paired with yours.
May God bless you and keep you, may He make His face to shine upon you...and in time, may He bless you again with the love of your life.