We had you in our lives for 5240 days. We spent (on average) at least two thirds of every day with you, that’s 7,545,600 minutes. It is no wonder we feel so lost without you.
Losing a pet is devastating. I am not sure what is worse, having them taken from injury or illness or making the decision to euthanise them when they simply cannot go on any longer. As you aged our beautiful boy, we watched you grow greyer, get slower, wobble as you stood and blissfully sleep your days away all whilst silently pleading for time to stop moving so quickly!
Your human brothers do not know a world without you, their fierce protector (as fierce as a Whippet can be) their best friend and there most important responsibility. You endured tail pulling, ear poking, being coloured in blue, endless cuddles and plenty of secret treats. You never growled, never bit and repaid your brothers with kisses and warmth. Every night they drifted off to sleep with you at the foot of their beds.
I knew in my head your time was nearing an end, but my heart would not accept that this decision had to be made. Your dad knew it was time, but I was not ready to be a grown up in a world without you, I’d had you my whole adult life. I was told that I would know when the time had come, that you would tell me and you did, on Friday, October 2nd, 2020.... the light had gone from your eyes.
When we arrived at HVH we were greeted by my colleagues, my work family. They knew what we were about to endure, they would have given anything to take that pain away. They were sad too, they spend years getting to know and loving our patients and their pet parents, we were no different. We were doted on at HVH, they cared for us from puppy preschool, to your wellness checks, vaccinations and everything in between, not to mention the numerous times our wonderful vets left the comfort of their homes to meet us after hours to provide assistance to you and reassurance to me.
They gently explained to me what would happen as I asked the perfectly normal questions, am I doing the right thing? What would you do? All whilst knowing they could not answer, it was my choice. At this moment I wasn’t the Practice Manager at HVH, I was Liz, and I was about to say goodbye to my fur baby.
We sat outside on the soft green grass, the warmth of the sun surrounding us. You rested your head on my shoulder and I held you tight as we gave you the medication that would painlessly stop your gentle heart. In seconds, you were gone, free from pain and our lives were changed, forever.
We still ache with sadness to this day, not all the time but sometimes, I suspect this will never fully go away. I have always believed that everything happens for a reason, and that there is a lesson in everything that happens to us. Erica Jong said it perfectly, “Dogs come into our lives to teach us about love, they depart to teach us about loss. A new dog never replaces an old dog, it merely expands the heart. If you have loved many dogs your heart is very big.”
You now live in our lounge room in your little blue urn, forever safe, forever warm and forever loved.
Trip Luy
17/04/2006 – 02/10/2020