12 days ago, our DDog passed away.
We adopted her from a rescue centre in 2013 and had 12 wonderful years with her. We don’t know what age she actually was, but we know we gave her a bloody good time in her life with us.
When I first met her, she was a bundle of bones with a tail like a whip. I crouched down to greet her and she leaned on me so much I toppled backwards. Something I would later refer affectionately as her ‘lurcher lean’
We adopted another lurcher from the same rescue centre in November last year. Selfishly this was to help with the inevitable passing of our golden girl, and he has helped us, but his own grief only adds to ours. He’s such a precious dog and we are giving him as much support as we can. We are working through it together.
My heart aches, with a heaviness I just can’t shake. And I just want to tell you how wonderful she was.
Jess came before our two children, and adjusted to them well as well as two house moves. She was a dog you could take anywhere. She would come to cafes and restaurants with us, and no one would know she was there. She didn’t bark, and greeted everyone with a gentle hand lick and happy tail.
When she was younger she would do hilariously uncoordinated ‘zoomies’ in the garden, and loved endless runs on the beach. I remember having to pick sand out of her tear ducts for days afterwards.
Her favourite place was in our bed….under the duvet! She used to overheat and the whole night would be a game of getting her in/out the covers to suit her temp 🙈. She stopped sleeping in with us about 3 years ago, opting for her comfy bed beside us, but as soon as we got up in the morning she jumped straight onto the bed and sent us mind bullets until we lifted the duvet for her 🤣
She hated the rain…and cold…and wind. Living on the west coast of Scotland meant that she often flat out refused to go for a walk.
I miss her so much. Her habits were ingrained in ours and that feeling of ‘missing’ is unbearable. I miss her smell, especially her popcorn toes, and the way she would just place her head between my knees for a good ear scratch.
She passed away peacefully, of her own volition, and didn’t suffer. For that I’m grateful.
This has been great to type out. Thank you for anyone who has read it, and please tell
me about your lovely pets that you miss.
Here’s a picture of The Queen
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please consider a lurcher and/or rescue dog. I promise they’ll give you so much you didn’t even realise you needed.