Fiona Apple and her dog, Janet
Earlier this week, singer/songwriter Fiona Apple postponed her South American tour to be with her dying dog, Janet. She wrote a hand-written letter to her friends explaining her decision. Anyone who has ever owned a pet will identify with Fiona’s beautiful words. Fiona writes:
It’s 6pm on Friday,and I’m writing to a few thousand friends I have not met yet.
I am writing to ask them to change our plans and meet a little while later.
Here’s the thing.
I have a dog Janet, and she’s been ill for almost two years now, as a tumor has been idling in her chest, growing ever so slowly. She’s almost 14 years old now.I got her when she was 4 months old. I was 21 then ,an adult officially – and she was my child.
She is a pitbull, and was found in Echo Park, with a rope around her neck, and bites all over her ears and face.
She was the one the dogfighters use to puff up the confidence of the contenders.
She’s almost 14 and I’ve never seen her start a fight, or bite, or even growl, so I can understand why they chose her for that awful role. She’s a pacifist.
Janet has been the most consistent relationship of my adult life, and that is just a fact.
We’ve lived in numerous houses, and jumped a few make shift families, but it’s always really been the two of us.
She slept in bed with me, her head on the pillow, and she accepted my hysterical, tearful face into her chest, with her paws around me, every time I was heartbroken, or spirit-broken, or just lost, and as years went by, she let me take the role of her child, as I fell asleep, with her chin resting above my head.
She was under the piano when I wrote songs, barked any time I tried to record anything, and she was in the studio with me all the time we recorded the last album.
The last time I came back from tour, she was spry as ever, and she’s used to me being gone for a few weeks every six or seven years.
She has Addison’s Disease, which makes it dangerous for her to travel since she needs regular injections of Cortisol, because she reacts to stress and to excitement without the physiological tools which keep most of us from literally panicking to death.
Despite all of this, she’s effortlessly joyful and playful, and only stopped acting like a puppy about 3 years ago.
She’s my best friend and my mother and my daughter, my benefactor, and she’s the one who taught me what love is.
I can’t come to South America. Not now.
This is the letter Fiona wrote.
When I got back from the last leg of the US tour, there was a big, big difference.
She doesn’t even want to go for walks anymore.
I know that she’s not sad about aging or dying. Animals have a survival instinct, but a sense of mortality and vanity, they do not. That’s why they are so much more present than people.
But I know that she is coming close to point where she will stop being a dog, and instead, be part of everything. She’ll be in the wind, and in the soil, and the snow, and in me, wherever I go.
I just can’t leave her now, please understand.
If I go away again, I’m afraid she’ll die and I won’t have the honor of singing her to sleep, of escorting her out.
Sometimes it takes me 20 minutes to pick which socks to wear to bed.
But this decision is instant.
These are the choices we make, which define us.
I will not be the woman who puts her career ahead of love and friendship.
I am the woman who stays home and bakes Tilapia for my dearest, oldest friend.
And helps her be comfortable, and comforted, and safe, and important.
Many of us these days, we dread the death of a loved one. It is the ugly truth of Life, that keeps us feeling terrified and alone.
I wish we could also appreciate the time that lies right beside the end of time.
I know that I will feel the most overwhelming knowledge of her, and of her life and of my love for her, in the last moments.
I need to do my damnedest to be there for that.
Because it will be the most beautiful, the most intense, the most enriching experience of life I’ve ever known.
When she dies.
So I am staying home, and I am listening to her snore and wheeze, and reveling in the swampiest, most awful breath that ever emanated from an angel.
And I am asking for your blessing. I’ll be seeing you.
Love, Fiona.
Please share with us about the pet who you have loved and lost in the comments.
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thats really sad to feel after reading the whole letter. that was very touchy actually. love all those memories you write about you two. thanks for sharing that experience with us.
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Your love and decisions are beautiful. I am going through the same times with my staffy at the moment in Critical Care Unit and have stopped life for me to dedicate every minute to him. Although he isnt getting better mostly from the heartache of us being apart, he has to fight and be strong.Nothing else matters xxx
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Beautiful, dear Fiona, rest assured you are not alone, I being a 53 year old woman, never married and never had children, all my own choice, had trouble reading the end of your letter so many tears. One of the most memorable birthdays I have had was a sad one, it was the one that my beloved Tully ( also rescued) had not signed the card ( paw print) because he was no longer with us. At the age of 11 he developed cancer, 2 tumors removed, the third a very aggressive one, I made the choice for him, no chemo or any radiation, as he would have thought he was being punished, pain would equal punishment. he and I were lounging together as we often did, he had a seizure and looked very scared as he could not know what was happening I rushed him straight to the vet ….to make that decision to whether your best mate lives in pain or dies in peace and in your arms , only you can do that one! The price we pay for animal companionship, they trust you to do the right thing for them every time. What ever that may be…. I have had the pleasure of 5 beautiful dogs in my adult life they are my dependants.
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I’m a veterinarian and see the holes left in people’s lives from the loss of their beloved pets every day. Often people will express guilt at having such intense feelings of grief when it is ‘just an animal’. The fact is that these animals are such a big part of our lives and our families, they are always there to comfort us when we are sad, they never sit in judgement about our decisions and they love us unconditionally.
I have seen people grieve in many different ways for their pets, from the stoic farmer who refused to cry to the distraught young man who literally vomited with grief when his dog passed away. The magnitude of this grief just cements my belief of how much difference owning, caring for and loving a pet can make in our lives. The grief when they leave us is terrible but it is so so very worth it
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I now believe that Vets have a wonderful love and empathy for animals. I used to see it as their job and they get through each day. Yesterday when my Vet was struggling to speak to me and sobbing with me as my boy is in the CCU, I felt that rush of belief never felt before. Just not having your pet at home with you is.a massive crater of grief to deal with . I am struggling as every hour passes
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Gosh, these stories are just heart wrenching. We lost our beautiful Puss Cat last year to cancer. I thought I was ready because we knew about the cancer, but when the time came I was knocked sideways. I actually had to have time off work and spent most of it crying. Really bawling. I kept her much-chewed feather boa under my pillow for weeks, just for the smell of her. I will never forget her.
We now have rescued another Puddy. I was reluctant to adopt again because I thought there would never be another Puss Cat. And there isn’t. Our new girl is completely different. She has her own personality but I’ve fallen head over heals in love with her. Give yourself time to grieve and when you are ready, adopt because there are so many who need you to love them.
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We lost our beautiful tabby cat Mr Fletch in September this year. This may sound weird but I have never felt such a loss. He was 14. I had him prior to marrying my husband (who was not a cat lover). I was absolutely heartbroken but I actually think my hubby took it worse. We cried in each others arms. I believe such a loss brought us closer together. We are not quite ready for another pussy cat yet, but we will. Pets bring such happiness to a home. RIP mr fletch, we miss you but will never forget you
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I’ve always adored Fiona but this cements it. Bless her heart.
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I never comment, but just a few weeks ago, our family dog ‘fungus’ passed away. She was the most beautiful little thing.. 19years old. X
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I lost my baby boy, a beautiful tabby cat Max this April. I am still mourning his loss. He was over 14 years old, and he’d been my best friend from 8 years old, through finishing primary and highschool and starting uni. He was with me through my parents divorce and many house changes. He went missing for four months when I was 12 and he turned up the night before we moved house. He was one of the most consistent things in my life and we loved eachother unconditionally. I still miss him RIP Maxy bub xxx
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We had to say goodbye to our 14yo puppy (he always stayed small so I called him puppy sometimes) just last month. His absence is so obvious that it makes me cry almost everyday. I miss him so much but feel so lucky that he chose us to be his family for all of those years.
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The Paperbark Tree
My little cat is as high as can be
Up on the branch of a paperbark tree
With her little paws tucked and her little tail curled
From her perch in the tree she surveys her whole world
Little one, little one, listen to me
You can’t get a pat in a paperbark tree!
The birds that perch in the paperbark tree
Watch as you climb with impunity,
Then soar away in the windy sky;
But you have no wings and you cannot fly.
Little cat, little cat, listen to me
You can’t catch the birds in a paperbark tree.
All day she sits in the paperbark tree
A calico leopard unfettered and free.
Safe from the dogs, safe from the cars,
Till the wind parts the clouds and she sees the first stars.
Little one, little one, listen to me
Climb down right now, it’s time for your tea
And I can’t put a bowl in a paperbark tree.
Never again am I going to see
My little cat perched in the paperbark tree.
Struck by a car on the footpath she lies
With the rain falling soft on her wide-open eyes.
Little one, why did you listen to me?
You should have stayed safe in the paperbark tree.
In memory of Marigold, died Monday 22 October 2012 aged 2 years and 9 months.
Heleanor Feltham 27 October 2012
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Im sobbing. That is so beautifully put, the relationship between some people and dogs is so important. I love my kids, husband, parents sister friends etc but there is something so special about certain pets.
I’ve learnt so much from my dog, as have my children and I relish those moments where it’s just he and I reading and snuggling on the bed when everyone else is asleep.
Most of all I love to walk him, without fail he makes at least one stranger smile every single day. He’s special
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This is Eski, my 13 year old husky who I stayed with as he went to sleep this last April. Miss him everyday. It was the hardest thing Ive ever done, and the most heartbreaking. But I didnt want him to be alone when he passed on.
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Big hugs Kellie – your photo made me cry & brought back my own memories of being there with my two earlier this year because I didn’t want them to be alone x
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Zephyr was in my life for 11 years, I was always a dog person then on a whim I bought a Tonkinese. She was a nightmare, beautiful and loving then the next minute scheming and pooping at my door. She loved to play fetch with her orange elephant which she would bring to me throw to the floor and wiiiiaaaaaaaarrrhhhhh at me. If you know Siamese you know the sound. My shoulders was her favourite place to sit and when we went to bed she slept with her head on the pillow and her hands in mine. A few years ago when her naughty behaviour seem too strange I took her and her mate to the vet. They were both diagnosed with kidney disease, so began the daily medicine ritual. One night seven months later she was over acting a hair ball cough and I made fun of her and got her some water, then I went to bed. The next morning I was up early to go teach dancing to kiddies when I found her lying on the scratching post. I pushed her foot and told her not to be so lazy, I had almost stepped on her. She didn’t move, I got down onto all fours and looked in her face. Her eyes were half open but she looked peaceful. I knew then that she was gone and that I just lost my friend. The other cat is still around and while he is sweet he was bought to be her friend in fact she chose him from the breeder ( he was the only cat she didn’t smack around). He doesn’t have her spunk and I miss her every day, the other night I woke in the middle of the night thinking I could hear her miaow. Don’t let me get started on my gorgeous boxer Ophelia or my hero Great Dane when I was a kid Sheba. You never forget and never stops hurting losing our friends all of them furry or otherwise.
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Yep, my favourite ‘person’ is asleep on my bed, legs in the air, snoring! She is only four years old and I already worry how I will cope without her. She has learnt more about me in those 4 years than my husband or kids I think! Has heard all my private feelings and thoughts, and best of all is always excited to see me and willingly joins in ANY activity I suggest. She will go to the beach, swim, cycle (in basket) run/ walk, shop, or sit beside me for hours on end when I am sick – is never too busy, tired, disinterested – if I’m doing it, she’ll be in it! Visits elderly relatives, tolerates baby nieces and generally brightens the day of everyone she meets. A lot can be learnt from the tolerance and love our pets give out unconditionally! We had a beautiful shepherd when my children were young, who died quickly with a tumour. I spent the last nights of her life lying beside her telling her how special she was, and she understood. My 6 year daughter was most attached to Cassie and when my daughter lost a tooth, she wrote to the tooth fairy and asked how our Cassie was going in heaven and if she would look after her please. I still have that letter, and the one the tooth fairy wrote back telling my daughter what a special dog her Cassie was and how happy in heaven. A life without a pet is indeed a much emptier one.
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In March this year we lost our Maxy Boy. A scruffy little border terrier. He was 13 and 5 months. He was in otherwise fabulous health bar a sudden fast growing tumor appearing on his head. We were devastated. My 14 year old daughter and her 17 year old sister could not remember life without him. We had a precious 4 extra months til the week we knew it was time to let him go. Even in the middle of a horrendous marriage break down I don’t think I cried more tears than those last 24 hours. The only thing that made it a little easier was knowing it was time. The hard price we pay for their love and devotion is to say that final goodbye. Thinking of you Fiona and Janet. I still don’t go a day without missing him. I too am sobbing as I type this.
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my beautiful cat tiger, and fiercely loyal little dog tina..both arriving into our family around the hardest time of our lives, my beloved dad was very sick with an aggressive cancer and died within 3 months of diagnosis. i was 8, my brother 6, my sister 3.
through all the hardest times, they were constant loving support, could not count the amount of times one of us had buried our faces into their fur and cried in those early days, i suspect particularly my mum, who despite the shock and grief, still had to find a way to be strong and brave for her 3 little children.
Tina had an inbuilt sense for when one of us were sick and would not leave our bedside. And Tiger, despite being a feline, was very much like a dog in many ways, following us around everywhere. he used to follow us down the road as we walked to the bus stop when we were in high school.
And despite the term ‘fighting like cats and dogs’ , tiger and tina loved each other, and looked after each other, in winter they could always be found cuddled up together infront of the heater. When Tina somehow got stuck in the cupboard under the stairs – somewhere that we barely even opened and that she almost NEver went in, and we were frantic looking for her not even thinking to look in there, tiger stood at the cupboard door and meowed and would not budge till we opened it.
They both lived till they were 15, Tiger died of renal failure and Tina followed within weeks afterwards. I was in my early 20s when they died and I grieved for them the same way i would grieve for any other family member, when my mum called me to tell me how sick Tiger was i had to be sent home from work in the city (i commuted) because i could not stop crying.
They are both buried in mums top garden, where they once played in the sun together. 7 years on, I still miss them.
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I knew I shouldn’t have read this. I’m sitting here sobbing.
Last Tuesday my 16 year old dog died. She was part of my life for longer than she wasn’t. She was a family dog, who lived with mum, and I live 7 hours away. It was only recently that she stopped acting like a puppy. But by the end she was blind and deaf.
Every time I have left for the past 4 years I have thought it would be the last time I would see her, and have said my goodbyes. Except for the last time-about a week before she died-because I was going home again in a few weeks. I gave her a big pat and cuddle and said I would see her soon.
She went to sleep under the deck. I’m glad she wasn’t in pain, and went quickly. It was unexpected in the end. But I wish she hadn’t been alone. I wish I could have one more pat and cuddle. She was the best dog.
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This piece is so heart breakingly beautiful. And for all you commentators who have loved and lost, my hugs go out to you. xx
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I am holding my dog tightly and in floods of tears. I will never be ready to let him go, and even though he’s getting on i hope that it a LONG way off. What a beautiful letter. Dogs are more than family – they are your constant companion, more that can be said for most in our lives. Just heartbreaking.
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This is possibly the most beautiful tribute I have ever read….and as i sit here with tears rolling down my face, my dog sits beside me, nuzzling against me because he can sense my sadness.
There is something in the purity of the love for a pet that is so incredibly sacred. If humans could love each other with the unconditional loyalty and selflessness that animals do, the world would be a better place.
My love and well wishes go out to all who have mourned the loss of a pet. xxx
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Such beautiful words.
While my husband and I were on our honeymoon in the US this September our family dog Romeo passed away. Romeo was my 16th birthday present but he was really my mum’s dog. He adored my parents and he kept them company as their children grew up and moved away. When we got Romeo the vet told us that he had a chemical imbalance and would probably only live for a year. She advised we take him home and love him for the little time we would have – well we obviously loved him very well for he stayed another 16 years.
My parents made the very hard decision not to tell me until we got back from the honeymoon. I know it must have been hard to keep it from me when we spoke but I appreciate that they wanted us to remember our honeymoon as a wonderful time for us not a sad time.
We will all miss that little guy but there are so many sweet memories that help the heart heal.
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I read this with the heaviest heart and through so many tears.
We said goodbye to our baby girl Maddi only this Saturday just gone. She was 16 1/2. I got her when she was 8 weeks old, when I was in year 9 at school, I was only 14 years old. I am now a 31 year old married mother of 2. She has been there through it all.
Up until I met my husband Maddi slept in my bed, and after that she slept at the foot of our bed up until this year when she stopped being able to control her bladder all night long.
We have lived in 11 houses together, over 4 states. She has been there through every heart break, every failed relationship, every new job, every new boyfriend, and all the perils that come along with growing up and being an angst filled teenager…… and she was the only one who was there for me when I lost my first baby as a single early 20 something. She has had many, many of my tears absorbed into her fur over her life.
She has been my best friend for the majority of my life, and saying goodbye to her was without a doubt the hardest thing I have ever had to do. She was sick, to the point that she decided on Friday to not drink or eat anything, and by Saturday morning she could no longer get up or walk around. And so we made the incredibly difficult decision to help her go. She was with my husband and I patting her, and I spent a long time with my head on hers, crying, telling her how loved she is, what a good dog and friend she has been, and how much we will miss her little presence in our lives. And we stayed with her until she took her very last breath. The vet told us she was unconscious long before that, but we just couldn’t bring ourselves to leave while her little chest was still rising and falling.
This last week has been the hardest time of my life. This might sound horrible but I am mourning her more than any other death I have experienced.
She will always be the best friend I have ever had. And I miss her so much it hurts :,(
RIP Maddi 9-5-96 ~ 17-11-12 <3
Hold on to Janet, hug her and breathe in her smell.
Sending you strength to get through this truly heartbreaking time. xx
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Oh Karla,
How lovely your story is. She looks like she was the sweetest dog and had a beautiful life with you.
Sending you big virtual hugs at this sad time xo
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Thank you
She was truly a sweet heart, and she had an incredible life. It just sux that their lives are so much shorter than ours
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Sending you the biggest hug going. Death and loss of any kind is hard but when it’s of someone who would do anything for you – as most dogs would – it makes it even harder.
Be kind to yourself and remember there are NO rules when it comes to grieving and no time line x
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Your story made me cry Karla, I did this myself with my second childhood dog, I was 8 when we got him and I’m 26 now. Same situation to yours and we had to say goodbye, driving him to the vet I felt so sad for him knowing what I was about to do but he is now in a better place, and I am thankful in a way as our first dog died 3 years ago and we don’t know how we found her dead outside she was 14 . It’s so sad how dogs can’t live our whole lives with us. I remember a quote from offspring this year were billy said about their dog that died “but I just thought she would be around til we were old” it’s sad they can’t be
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OMG, i’m bawling my eyes out.
We had to let out 13 YO Rhodesian Ridgeback go about 5 years ago. It was the sadest day of my life. There is not a day goes by that I don’t think of him.
I feel your paid Karla, and sending you big hugs
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Dearest Karla,
I’m truly sorry for your loss. What a beautiful soul to have had in your life. You were blessed as was she, for having you.
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In the past 18 months, I have lost my Chihuaha, Billie, and one of my cats, Mikey. Billie died at home in my arms and Mikey also died in my arms as I was rushing him in a taxi to the vet. Billie was 14 years old and an RSPCA welfare puppy of 6 months when I got him. Mikey was the result of him and his sister, Lynette, being the last of a litter which were going to be given to the RSPCA. My oldest cat, Calvin is now 14 years old, and was being bashed up by another cat in the vet nurse’s household so he was temporarily housed at the local vet surgery until I gave him a home. We also have a Puggle, Rex – also not wanted by his original owners. He also was a baby when we got him. Billie and Mikey are buried side by side down by the creek on our vet’s beautiful property. I’m still grieving terribly and crying right now. I will never get over the loss. You never do.
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You can’t help but cry like a baby when reading this.
Our beloved British Staffy is getting old and a couple of years ago she had a Grade 2 Cancerous tumor removed from her chest. It was the best $2000 we spent.
Our daughter has grown up with her, our son too.
She gives us complete and unconditional love each and every moment of every day.
The idea of losing her is almost unbearable.
I would cancel any plans to be with her in her final moments, just as she has been there for me and my family for the last 12 years.
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I have a 13 year old diabetic Burmese cat and a 12 year old (totally blind) diabetic poodle. Both have been my fur-babies since day one and the bond I have with them is indescribable. Both sleep with my husband and I, and our daily routine of insulin injections often rules our daily schedule, but I wouldn’t change a thing. (By the way, I also have two human babies, but they can’t really be called babies at ages 20 & 22, now can they?)
I know they will eventually be taken from me – in fact, I’ve nearly lost both of them along the way with complications from their diabetes. (If you want to know what a blubbering mess looks like, that was indeed me!) I honestly can’t even bear thinking about losing them, but I do know that when the time comes, I will give them the same love and respect I would give any of my loved ones – they will not die alone. I totally understand Fiona’s choice and I love her heartfelt letter of love to her baby. I wish her only the warmest of wishes and best of luck for her journey ahead…
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How lovely is Fiona Apple?
I often think of the heartbreak I know will come when Heaven time comes. She is only 6, and she brings so much joy to the family, we rescued her from an unsavoury home and she has repaid the whole family a thousand fold- I have never met a dog with such character.
No matter how long you are blessed with their presence, all pets hold special places in their owners hearts.
Heaven doing what she does best- sleep!
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Heaven is GORGEOUS
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I saw Fiona’s post on Facebook yesterday and it gave me goosebumps, I can so relate to the love she feels for Janet.
Our family pet, a silky terrier x called Rusty was put to sleep a few months back at age 18, he spent 16 years with us, his first two were spent in and out of shelters unitl mum found him, our whole family was shattered but took comfort in the fact he had a beautiful life with us – a warm bed and full belly, lots of love and a gorilla teddy that he loved to ‘suckle’ on the nose of, right up until the very end!
This is my Keizer, I bought him from a backyard breeder when he was 6 weeks, at 10 weeks I paid $3k for him to have open heart surgery to fix a machinery heart murmer. People ask how could I have justified that cost on him, hes ‘just a dog’ they say, I say that I am lucky to have been in a situation to have been able to afford it at the time (as I know not everyone is) and that I felt it was my responsibility as his owner to do everything I could for him, without surgery he would have died before his first birthday, getting the surgery meant there would be no ongoing illness or expense, his heart is now perfectly healthy, and he has repaid my monetary sacrifice with love in abundance!
he’s 7 weeks old on the left and 2 1/2 years on the right – what a difference a couple of years can make!
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I lost my gorgeous jack russel 3 years ago. We had a week to prepare, my brother even flew in from Qld to spend weekend with him and take him on their favorite walk. My family thought I was too upset to take him to the vet but I’m glad I was with him, after 12 years of unconditional love and friendship I wasn’t letting him go without me being there to hold him.
She is absolutely doing the right thing.
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Such a beautiful letter. I lost a cat a couple of years ago and all I wanted was to grieve for her. People seemed to think I was over-reacting (got sick of hearing that she was just a cat!!). She was an important part of my life for the 15 years that I had her and she was always there for me. I thought it was imperative that I be there for her as she was dying.
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Because I couldn’t possibly love her anymore than I do now.
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I just fell in love with Fiona Apple
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Me too.
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What’s not to love… and Lana she’s a vegan too… if I recall correctly it had something to do with the love she has for Janet shortly after they found each other. The letter is beautiful and I really admire her for making the decision to stay.
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What a beautiful heartfelt letter. I have 2 cats who are both aged 12 now, so I know they won’t be around forever. But like Janet, they have seen me through heartbreaks, grief, loss and happiness and have always been there for me to talk to, cry with or cuddle. I wish Janet all the best in her forthcoming journey … xox
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Ruby has the sweetest face, she is so adorable, you’re right she won’t replace you’re other dogs but she’ll certainly find her own spot in your heart.
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I lost my Pitbull earlier this year. Her body had started to shut down and I made the decision to help her pass rather than let her suffer, she had already been through so much in her life medically that the last thing I could do for her, was to stop her suffering. She passed on her favourite spot on our couch, in our home, while being stroked and told she was loved. She died in familiar surroundings not unknown ones. She wasn’t scared, she was at peace.
Less than two months later, a similar scene played out with our Staffy. His demise was SO unexpected and it shocked us to the core. He went downhill in the space of 24hrs, his body also started shutting down. He passed on his favourite spot on our couch, in our home, while being stroked and told he was loved. He died in familiar surroundings not unknown ones. He wasn’t scared and like our Pitbull he was at peace.
I’m so grateful that we have a vet that could come to our home and allow this to happen. He was so kind, understanding and compassionate through both ordeals.
With no kids, my dogs were/are my children. Some people frown upon that and I actually don’t know why? They were there for me through thick and thin and my Pitbull licked many a tear from my face and my Staffy gave THE best hugs – literally, he’d jump up and put a paw on each shoulder and smoosh himself into my shoulder.
We do have another dog and even though I love her to bits – she’s completely different to my previous two as she’s small and fluffy and just adorably cute; she follows me round every where – I miss my Pitbull and Staffy terribly, every single day. She will never replace them but then I wouldn’t want her to. They were their own dogs, they each had their own special place within our family, just as Ruby, our new little girl does. All three were/are cherished members of our family.
Fiona, Janet so *SO* lucky to have you in her life and vice versa. Enjoy every moment you have left with her xx
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Oh Ruby is just gorgeous! Even though it breaks your heart when you lose a pet, you wouldn’t give up one second of the joy they bring.
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Exactly! Someone asked me why I got Ruby when the passing of my previous two mates was so hard and I explained that, their deaths was just a tiny drop in the ocean of the time we had together and with the good, also comes the bad. You go through the bad because the good is SO good.
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That is beautiful. I am the exact same with my boy and I would make the same decision. Absolutely heartbreaking when you lose a pet that has been your best friend through so much. Excuse me whilst I go and cuddle my dog yet again…x
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Amanda, your boy is GORGEOUS!!
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This is beautiful. The world would be a better place if more people loved like this.
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