1: destruction, ruin
2: the act of losing possession : deprivation <loss of sight>; the harm or privation resulting from loss or separation; an instance of losing
3: a person or thing or an amount that is lost: as plural: killed, wounded, or captured soldiers; the power diminution of a circuit or circuit element corresponding to conversion of electrical energy into heat by resistance
4: failure to gain, win, obtain, or utilize; an amount by which the cost of something exceeds its selling price
5: decrease in amount, magnitude, or degree
6: the amount of an insured’s financial detriment by death or damage that the insurer is liable for
— at a loss: uncertain as to how to proceed <was at a loss to explain the discrepancy>; unable to produce what is needed <at a loss for words>
— for a loss: into a state of distress <events had thrown him for a loss>
Loss is a part of life and it will be something that will teach us lessons as we get older. Some are good or wanted, while others are bad or unwanted. We have to do our best to be thankful for the good and learn and cope from the bad.
Why do I talk about loss?
That is because this week, I experienced two losses, one good and one bad.
The good loss was the loss of a surgical complication I experienced for the past three weeks. Now that I’m relieved of the discomfort and pain, I am able to do more things on my own, but I’m not quite there yet. I’m still taking things slowly and working my way up to being fully independent.
The bad loss was really heartbreaking for me. More than a month ago, we were blessed to have our dog, Lexie, give birth to three furry pups. We saw that two were strong and one was not. About ten days after their birth, the youngest, apparently the runt of the litter, said goodbye and passed away. My mom and I thought it would be the last, but unfortunately, we were wrong.
Two days ago, we were checking up on all our dogs and saw that the middle pup was looking and moving different. He was very weak and he could barely stand up. We saw this once before in one of Lexie’s previous litters and that didn’t turn out well. He struggled to move normally and to cut things short, that very night he left us as well. It was hard to say goodbye because we saw him growing up so well, only to be taken away so quickly.
What am I trying to say?
Well, we cannot stop living when something bad happens. It was obvious that to some degree both the good and the bad losses were equal in magnitude. I learned from these experiences and I’m still learning from them. I don’t know that these are exactly or I’m still not ready to say them right now, but I will when I can clearly figure them out.
Every experience is a lesson and source of inspiration. Use what you feel to be creative.
Baby Ong and Little Runt, we love you so much. Even if you weren’t with us for very long, you’re a part of our lives and hearts. Have fun playing in doggy heaven with your older brothers and sisters.