It was new year’s day 2013 when I found I was suddenly walking down a very different path, my ex husband woke New Years day with a brain haemorrhage that changed our life’s as we knew forever. This in its self changed me on so many levels and on reflection for the better. This is where I realised the meaning of true love and devotion from our pets.
It was Reg and Rosie my beautiful English Bulldog that held my hand through this sad time. They were the ones that sat by my side at 3 in the morning whilst I waited for the call after many surgeries, they were the ones that didn’t complain when they had not seen me for hours as I was sat at the hospital. When things were at their worst it was Reg that sat by my ex husbands belongs for days. I still remember the sheer shock of their faces when finally reunited with my ex husband at the hospital.
It was the following year that Rosie developed a large brain tumour and Reg server arthritis. I felt that I was re- living some kind of nightmare. I knew at this stage I owed them everything and promised myself to do as much as I could to make them comfortable. I invested so many hours of care, and meet the most amazing holistic people along the way. But then the day game that us pet owners all dread, it was time to let my Rosie go.
I had always wanted Rosie to be at home, with the people that she loved. Still to this day this was the hardest decision I had to make. I kissed her gently as she took her final breath and sat with her for hours after as I just couldn’t bare myself to say that final good bye. Rosie was then taking to Charlie’s Parlour. I wanted a compassionate dignified cremation as I owed her so much. I wanted someone to handle her as I would. She was cremated on her little bed with her favourite sheep teddy.
Then a year to the day my beautiful Reg passed away, he was an old boy and he was finally reunited with Rosie at Rainbow bridge. There was no question that Reg was also going to Charlies Parlour, I drove 100 mile round trip to take him, just to have the reassurance that he was handled with the care and dignity that he deserved. I kissed my little boy good bye leaving him asleep on his bed, knowing he was in safe hands. I miss them both daily, but have comfort that they are back together, where they belong.