Lost Snacks (again)

It was the final bite.

The perfect bite.
A golden cookie corner with just the right ratio of chip to dough. I had saved it. Cherished it. Admired it. Maybe even whispered to it once.

And then…
I dropped it.

😱 Stage 1: The Gasp

The room fell silent.

Mini Blue froze mid-bounce.
Pandy looked over with slow-motion concern.
My paw hovered in midair, reaching for a joy that was no longer there.

😢 Stage 2: Mourning

I stared at the crumb on the floor.
Too far under the table. Too close to the edge of sadness.
I flopped dramatically beside it, face-down.

“Why?” I whispered to the linoleum. “Why this way?”

🧘 Stage 3: Plushie Reflection

After a long sigh (and one very small floor sob), Pandy handed me a napkin. Not for the crumb—for my feelings.

“It was a good bite,” he said.
“It lived a full life.”

Mini Blue gently patted my paw with one tiny tentacle.

I realized then: the bite may be gone, but the memory of the bite?
Still warm in my heart.

🍓 Stage 4: Unexpected Kindness

Later, Pandy brought me a berry tart. Just a little one.
He didn’t say anything. Just set it beside me and sat down.

I broke it in half and nudged a piece toward him.

🐾 Final Thought:

Sometimes the last bite falls.
Sometimes what you thought would be the perfect ending… isn't.

But loss makes room.
For softness. For surprise.
For berry tarts shared with someone who understands.

Stay tender, stay treat-ready,
Doggie 🐶✨
Crumb Philosopher, Recovering Cookie Mourner

P.S. I eventually rescued the fallen bite. Mini Blue claimed it. We don’t talk about what happened next.