1. Home
  2. Detail

@ako_02111:

𝓪𝓴𝓸𝓼𝓱
𝓪𝓴𝓸𝓼𝓱
Open In TikTok:
Region: KZ
Tuesday 16 June 2026 06:18:04 GMT
27
15
0
1

Music

Download

No Watermark .mp4 (0.43MB) No Watermark(HD) .mp4 (0.43MB) Watermark .mp4 (0MB) Music .mp3

Comments

There are no more comments for this video.
To see more videos from user @ako_02111, please go to the Tikwm homepage.

Other Videos
@Panda 🐼 @Rafael Cabral @Cê Tá Doido Festival @Humberto e Ronaldo @Ícaro e Gilmar Nostalgia pura #mjmusiccy
@Panda 🐼 @Rafael Cabral @Cê Tá Doido Festival @Humberto e Ronaldo @Ícaro e Gilmar Nostalgia pura #mjmusiccy
Our sweet Petal, the light in my life who followed me everywhere, has died. On January 14th she took her last breath in our bed, with me curled around her and her daddy in front of her, and only us in the room. As we spoke to her and lay with her, we took her to the beach in our minds. We held that focus together. She loved the ocean. When we had done this before, she would calm and her breathing would ease. We asked angels, helpers, healers, and guides to assist her over, and with only sedation she peacefully crossed the veil. She did not need the second shot to shut her body down. This was somehow a comfort to us, as if we were all in coherence with one another and with those helpers we had called upon. As I sit here writing this, I received a text from my husband. Tomorrow she comes home. On her birthday, January 23rd. Another synchronicity in our lives together. There is so much I could say about our little girl, this bright, courageous individual who came into our lives and made it better. And at the same time, I need to say nothing at all and sit in silence. A sacred, therapeutic deprivation of inputs and outputs. I’m having physical symptoms from the grief. Petal and I were so close it felt as if we were part of the same neural network. I feel the same about my husband. This is a deep loss and trauma, not to be oversimplified as “just a dog.” Petal is an individual, a presence, a consciousness I connected with and love deeply. A unique mind and heart intertwined with mine and Matt’s. He is in deep grief as well. We’ve been a family for a long time, traveling, living in three states, hiking, and adventuring together. Petal was a great traveler and explorer. Just before the week of January 5th, I had a dream that I later realized was letting me know the end was near. This came before an emergency on the 9th. In the dream, an individual with a distinct accent and appearance spoke to me about Petal’s situation and letting go. Then Petal appeared. She too spoke about letting go, though I’ll keep what she said private. She then stuck out her paw and bowed down, the way a horse does. On the 9th, Petal had a bad episode and we rushed her to Cornell University. When the doctor walked in, they had the same accent and a similar look to the individual in my dream, and began saying almost the same things. I told them through tears, “I dreamt this.” I was scared and just wanted my baby. They were confident in sending her home that day. Petal didn’t meet the criteria to stay, and we were told to enjoy what were likely our last days. She wasn’t getting enough oxygen, and it all happened suddenly. On January 14th, she passed peacefully with her mommy and daddy by her side, with only sedation. A few years ago, it was also a dream that saved Petal’s life when she unknowingly had pyometra and was misdiagnosed twice at the ER. She’s our miracle dog. This isn’t outside the realm of my experience. Since I can remember, I’ve had experiences beyond what we’re taught is “normal.” I even wrote a paper nearly 15 years ago called Symbolism is the Language of the Soul. It may be “just a dream” to someone else, but I knew it was meaningful, and it proved to be. The grief is fresh and sits like a pitch black ocean, unnaturally still. The stillness feels like shock, like waiting to be pulled under. We’re not ready for big picture meanings, lessons, or rainbow bridge comments. The truth of her life and the truth of her leaving is something only we can feel and know. We ask for empathy, not guidance, presence, not interpretation. Kindness is felt when it sits beside us, not when it tries to explain or reframe our loss. We chose to fight for her, to give her more time, more joy, more living. It was the best decision we made for her. After her diagnosis, we gained nearly a year of good quality life with her. There was travel, play, and joy. Her veterinarian recently praised her quality of life and our care. No one can put an expiration date on a life. #dogmom #petloss
Our sweet Petal, the light in my life who followed me everywhere, has died. On January 14th she took her last breath in our bed, with me curled around her and her daddy in front of her, and only us in the room. As we spoke to her and lay with her, we took her to the beach in our minds. We held that focus together. She loved the ocean. When we had done this before, she would calm and her breathing would ease. We asked angels, helpers, healers, and guides to assist her over, and with only sedation she peacefully crossed the veil. She did not need the second shot to shut her body down. This was somehow a comfort to us, as if we were all in coherence with one another and with those helpers we had called upon. As I sit here writing this, I received a text from my husband. Tomorrow she comes home. On her birthday, January 23rd. Another synchronicity in our lives together. There is so much I could say about our little girl, this bright, courageous individual who came into our lives and made it better. And at the same time, I need to say nothing at all and sit in silence. A sacred, therapeutic deprivation of inputs and outputs. I’m having physical symptoms from the grief. Petal and I were so close it felt as if we were part of the same neural network. I feel the same about my husband. This is a deep loss and trauma, not to be oversimplified as “just a dog.” Petal is an individual, a presence, a consciousness I connected with and love deeply. A unique mind and heart intertwined with mine and Matt’s. He is in deep grief as well. We’ve been a family for a long time, traveling, living in three states, hiking, and adventuring together. Petal was a great traveler and explorer. Just before the week of January 5th, I had a dream that I later realized was letting me know the end was near. This came before an emergency on the 9th. In the dream, an individual with a distinct accent and appearance spoke to me about Petal’s situation and letting go. Then Petal appeared. She too spoke about letting go, though I’ll keep what she said private. She then stuck out her paw and bowed down, the way a horse does. On the 9th, Petal had a bad episode and we rushed her to Cornell University. When the doctor walked in, they had the same accent and a similar look to the individual in my dream, and began saying almost the same things. I told them through tears, “I dreamt this.” I was scared and just wanted my baby. They were confident in sending her home that day. Petal didn’t meet the criteria to stay, and we were told to enjoy what were likely our last days. She wasn’t getting enough oxygen, and it all happened suddenly. On January 14th, she passed peacefully with her mommy and daddy by her side, with only sedation. A few years ago, it was also a dream that saved Petal’s life when she unknowingly had pyometra and was misdiagnosed twice at the ER. She’s our miracle dog. This isn’t outside the realm of my experience. Since I can remember, I’ve had experiences beyond what we’re taught is “normal.” I even wrote a paper nearly 15 years ago called Symbolism is the Language of the Soul. It may be “just a dream” to someone else, but I knew it was meaningful, and it proved to be. The grief is fresh and sits like a pitch black ocean, unnaturally still. The stillness feels like shock, like waiting to be pulled under. We’re not ready for big picture meanings, lessons, or rainbow bridge comments. The truth of her life and the truth of her leaving is something only we can feel and know. We ask for empathy, not guidance, presence, not interpretation. Kindness is felt when it sits beside us, not when it tries to explain or reframe our loss. We chose to fight for her, to give her more time, more joy, more living. It was the best decision we made for her. After her diagnosis, we gained nearly a year of good quality life with her. There was travel, play, and joy. Her veterinarian recently praised her quality of life and our care. No one can put an expiration date on a life. #dogmom #petloss

"Nhá hàng" chút nhé! Một vài khoảnh khắc từ phiên LIVE của tôi. Hãy theo dõi phiên LIVE để thưởng thức trọn vẹn.#tiktoklive #livehighlights #BrilhaSemMedoEstácio
janji Ojo di lalek ke lan Ojo di ingkar🔱💚 #1suro #pagarnusa86💚🔱
janji Ojo di lalek ke lan Ojo di ingkar🔱💚 #1suro #pagarnusa86💚🔱
Một trong những em sữa tắm ngon bổ rẻ mà mấy mom phải tậu ngay cho bé nhà mình nè. Thơm nghe mùi là cưng lắm luôn. Bảo vệ tối ưu làn da mỏng manh #hottrend #xuhuong #suatamchobe #pigeon
Một trong những em sữa tắm ngon bổ rẻ mà mấy mom phải tậu ngay cho bé nhà mình nè. Thơm nghe mùi là cưng lắm luôn. Bảo vệ tối ưu làn da mỏng manh #hottrend #xuhuong #suatamchobe #pigeon

About

Legal