🐾 Soul in Layers, Love in Fur🐾

What It Means to Be Multifaceted in a World That Worships Beige…

Being multifaceted in a bland world was never easy. People claimed to want authenticity, but only if it came in prepackaged simplicity. Complexity made them uncomfortable. Nuance felt threatening. So I became a walking paradox—intense yet quiet, playful yet philosophical, empathetic yet guarded.

Some people are smooth river stones—predictable, shaped gently by the current.

But me? I’m a diamond. Cut by pressure, formed in darkness, unapologetically reflective of everything I’ve lived through. I don’t shine because life was kind—I shine because I refused to crumble.

I came with weather systems. I shifted moods like seasons. And for the longest time, that felt like a problem.

Then entered Gatsby the Great.

He wasn’t just my corgi—he was my four-legged mirror. Regal in attitude, wildly unbothered by convention, and full of soul packed into a short, glorious frame. Gatsby didn’t ask me to explain my contradictions. He celebrated them.

- When the world felt like static, he curled up beside me like silence finally made gentle.

- When my energy exploded in bursts of chaos and color, he matched it with zoomies and mischief.

- And when I felt invisible, he was always there—present, unshaken, knowing.

Gatsby saw me in ways people didn’t. No masks. No fragments. Just me, messy and magnificent.

He taught me that depth doesn’t need to be diluted to be lovable. That even short kings can carry entire emotional empires in their gaze. That being multifaceted isn’t something to hide—it’s something to live out loud.

Though he’s no longer beside me, Gatsby remains woven into my layers. In every bold choice, quiet truth, and moment I refuse to flatten myself for someone else’s comfort—he’s there. Not just as a memory, but as a legacy of unapologetic authenticity.

And in this world that insists on beige, I’ll keep living as the rare mosaic I am—with Gatsby’s spirit trotting beside me in eternal, joyful defiance.

Because sometimes, the soulmate who understands your depth doesn’t arrive with roses and vows—they show up covered in fur, wide-eyed, loaf-shaped, and wholly ready to embrace every version of you.