You know I don’t often write posts that are *too* personal on my blog although I have no problem sharing personal things which are relevant to what I’m talking about, such as mental health or self care. But I wanted to write this little post just for my own benefit, really. But perhaps someone else who has lost a dog recently might relate and find comfort in it, too.

On July 13th of this year, we lost our beautiful, funny, silly, loud, sweet boy Rory.

He was 11 and a half years old and had been with us since he was around 5 months old. He ended up with us a little unconventionally but I think that just marks what an unconventional dog he was because boyyyy, he was.

I don’t want to go into too much detail about his final few days but basically, he had kidney failure and started deteriorating quite quickly over the space of 5 or so days which apparently is common when kidney failure is at the degree he had it.

We followed our wonderful vet’s advice and did everything we could have (and should have) for him but it was obvious that the disease had gone too far (without anyone even knowing – as he was so “normal” for so long) and there was nothing else to be done.

So we had him put to sleep in the afternoon on July 13th. He was ready – we know he was ready.

Although this has been so incredibly hard for all of us because he was LITERALLY the center of everything that happened in our house, it gives me great comfort knowing that we honoured his wishes, right up until the very end.

It was that human and dog bond and understanding that makes no sense but you just know is there. I’m sure anyone with a dog will understand what I’m saying.

My Dad and I went into the room with him and stayed with him the whole time. He had kisses and cuddles and was sitting in his comfy bed (his favourite place in the WORLD) with a soft blanket over him.

It was quick – ever so quick – and painless. And I’m so glad I was there with him until the very end.

We’ve had his ashes back to us and have a little table set up in our living room with them on, along with a candle and a plaque with an engraving. We were adamant that we wanted him home – because being lazy at home (and eating treats) were his favourite things.

Rory came to us in September 2011, after one of my old friends texted me and told me that a friend of her Mum’s was looking after this dog on her farm, did we want him?

It was a bit abrupt so I asked what kind of dog and my Mum and I went to see him. Sure enough, he was being kept on a farm, in the company of a horse called Jimmy. His previous owners couldn’t keep him, they didn’t even want any money for him.

As soon as I said the words “he’s so cute, we can’t leave him”, we knew that was it. We owned a dog. So we took him home with us. We had absolutely NOTHING for him so my Mum had to run round to Pets at Home to buy everything, whilst I stayed at home and looked after this dog who was absolutely CRAZY.

I’ll admit, the first year with him was… difficult. He was very naughty. After 2 or 3 weeks, my parents were even considering taking him to Battersea because they couldn’t manage how active he was!

Luckily they didn’t and we finally fell into step with each other. Sort of.

What followed was 11 and a half years of Rory being the center of attention. Endless woo’ing, too much barking, constantly wanting treats for doing the bare minimum, chewing endless pairs of slippers, taking up all the room on everyone’s beds and stealing the hearts of everyone he met.

Everyone loved Rory – he was such a character. He made lots of friends during his walks that we loved meeting whilst taking him for walks. Friends that I’m sure will have noticed his absence.

One thing’s for sure is that despite how heartbroken we are right now, we will NEVER forget this funny, fluffy, ridiculous little animal.

He truly was one of a kind, always rocking to the beat of his own drum.

He made us laugh, made us cry, made us rip our hair out in frustration and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Goodnight sweet Rory, I hope you’re having a blast over Rainbow Bridge <3

47 Comments

  1. My heart absolutely breaks for you! Our staffy was 16 when she passed and it just rips you apart. Unless you’ve got a dog, you’ll never understand the love you feel for them. They aren’t just dogs, their family and it’s absolutely heartbreaking when you loose such a big part of your life. What a handsome boy Rory was, he was very lucky to have an owner as amazing as you! This post is written so beautifully, it brought tears to my eyes. Thank you for sharing Rory with us, he sounds like an amazing little guy Xo

    Elle – ellegracedeveson.com

    1. Ah thank you so much Elle, that means a lot. You really don’t get it unless you have a dog yourself do you? I’ve always adored dogs so the news of a dog passing has always made me sad but when it’s your own, it really is something else xxx

  2. Such a heartfelt post-Jenny. I can tell by looking at his picture he was a character. I’m so sorry for your loss. As a dog owner myself, my heart aches for you x

  3. As someone who has written tributes to her cats, I feel with you. A family member is gone and leaves an empty space- yet it seems he filled your heart with joy. Reading about him made me smile and cry.

  4. This is a beautiful memorial to your little guy. It’s funny how they come into our lives at the least expected times but somehow, it’s like the universe knows that we need them. The same can be said for my sweet girl Daviana. I know he felt the love that you all gave him right up to the way he was cared for in the final days. Being able to give them a peaceful, pain-free passing is the ultimate gift that we can give them when that time comes.

  5. Rory seems like such a beautiful, sweet soul. The story of how he became apart of the family sounds just like you described him lol. I pray peace + comfort for your family. May his big personality always be with you 🤎

  6. This made me think of my darling dog Jessie, we got here when she was 6 months old and she was with us until she was 17 years old; most of my life at that point because I was 22 when she was put to sleep. I know how hard this decision is so I sympathize with you greatly. What a lovely boy Rory was!

  7. I’m so sorry for your loss, it’s clear Rory meant so much to you and your family – and I’m glad he brought you so much happiness and cheer! ☺️ He’ll always be remembered! 💗

  8. Hi Jenny,

    Rory was a part of your family and will, of course, be sadly missed. As time moves on the happy memories will move to the front of your recollections of him and the sad memories will recede (although never completely vanish). I hope that writing about him will help to progress that transition.

    Run free over the rainbow bridge Rory.

  9. Tears, tears everywhere! There’s nothing I can say to make this easier other than she will live on in your memories of her, and your time spent together. And if/when you are all ready, she has left room in your lives to welcome another little baby needing a home.

    Animals are wonderful companions, and they leave paw-prints on our hearts forever.

  10. What a beautiful tribute to your gorgeous little dog. I always enjoyed seeing Rory pop up in blogs and on your Instagram, he was a little cutie. Losing members of the family never gets easier but I hope in time the pain lessens and the good memories begin to outweigh that sadness of their last days. Sending love and hugs xxx

  11. Oh Jenny, this had me in tears from the first picture. We would be checking out his pictures on Instagram and laughing at the next mischief he made among us because he was just like you said, a funny chap. Nothing anyone will ever say will bring you any comfort or relieve the pain you feel (I still do after years and years from our first and second dogs) but eventually, you’ll be able to talk about Rory without tears covering your face, I can tell you that. Sending you all the love and healing you need right now ❤️ Rory is most definitely checking you all out from the rainbow and making sure you are all good. They always will.

    1. I’m sorry for making you cry! I’m glad you always enjoyed seeing him on my socials. I don’t think the heartache ever really goes from losing a pet, it’s just something that changes over time and you learn to live with xx

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