The Meltly Design Cake : Birthday Cake Idea

Sona, my beloved baby Sona. In 2025, I think Mommy lived too busily. I moved through each day in a rush, not realizing how quickly time was passing. When you had your leg surgery, Mommy kept telling herself, “Just a little more time, and you’ll be okay.” We were always like that. You would be in pain for a while, then we would go out for walks again, and smile again. I didn’t know then that those days were the last season we had together. I’m so sorry, Sona. Mommy kept living her usual days, and you stayed quietly by my side. I didn’t realize how hard you were trying, or how little time we had left. Sona… I wonder if you heard the lullaby Mommy sang to you in the moment we said goodbye. When I think about that moment— when there was nothing Mommy could do for you— my heart still breaks. After you left, the house changed so much. Silence fills the rooms, and the places where you used to be keep catching my eye. So...

  Even if no one asks, I continue to cross days I cannot answer. It has been one month and eleven days since you left, Sona.  But to me, it feels as if not a single day has passed.  I am still living in the first day after you were gone. On my way home, I still open the door and call your name without even thinking. “Sona…” And in that single breath, I summon the memory of you—running to me, tail wagging, full of joy.  But now, nothing moves,and in that stillness, I collapse once more. I was with you as you crossed the rainbow bridge, helpless and unable to protect you.  I saw you leave… so why am I still searching for you? At dawn, I look beneath the bed. Passing through the living room, I glance toward the spot where you used to sit, as if you had only stepped away for a moment. And then it hits me— the ache, rising without warning. My baby Sona…Your mommy’s heart is strange.  It knows of farewell, yet refuses to accept it. I think I have chosen, not to l...

My beloved baby, my beautiful Sona… It has been one month since you left. And still, every morning,I open my eyes as if you are beside me. I know you are gone—and yet in that first fragile moment, I can’t help but hope that maybe… you might still be there. And then, I collapse all at once. What hurts even more than your absence is this feeling— falling, endlessly, because I miss you too much. I am afraid. Not of grief itself, but of this fear that I may truly wear away, little by little, because I long for you so deeply. But if, at the end of wearing myself away, I could see you again— then yes, I think I would choose it. My baby. My Sona.  So please… don’t go too far. Stay just close enough that when I call your name, you can still turn your head— just like you used to.  I promise you.  One day, without fail,  I will be the one to find you first. So please, just a little more. Wait for me. Until the day I wear myself away—   My baby, Sona… Mommy...

Let me introduce you to someone who has changed my life in the most gentle and beautiful way — Sona , my beloved golden retriever. She is not just a pet; she is my family, my comfort, and the quiet sunshine that lights up my ordinary days. Sona is 11 years old now. She has a calm soul and wise eyes that seem to understand more than words ever could. With her golden fur and gentle nature, she has taught me about patience, unconditional love, and the quiet strength of presence. As she's aged, time has slowed her steps and left a few visible signs — including a soft lump on her hind leg that eventually required major surgery. It was a difficult time for both of us, but she pulled through with quiet strength and remarkable resilience. Though she’s still recovering, she faces each day bravely, step by step. She no longer chases balls like she used to, nor runs to greet me at the door with youthful excitement. But when she rests her head on my lap and breathes a soft sigh, I am...