The thing we’ve been dreading all year happened yesterday; our adored Jack Russell Rodney died. He was very old (16 and a half) and his life was full, happy and carefree. We helped him to die with serenity with the help of our caring vet because he’d become very ill and frail and his eyes said ‘I’m done, mummy – time for me to sleep.’
So we took his pain and suffering away – and now it’s ours to bear. We are in tatters and are weeping buckets. Rodney made us a family, now we are just a middle-aged couple. He made me a mum, now I am just an under-employed writer. He made both of us better human beings; having a dog is like having a toddler – they are always helpless no matter what age they are, or how long you have them.
It’s agony to lose him; the Rodney shaped hole in our hearts may heal eventually – or it may not. I hope we’ll both have as much dignity in Rodney’s passing as he did (no sign of that so far). Rodney, we love you so, so much – good night and god bless angel – sleep tight until we meet again. Mummy & Daddy. xxx