21/04/2025
π A few words on loss from Dr Claire π
I lost my three beloved greyhounds this year.
βοΈGia on the first of January.
βοΈAbby was hit by a car on the 14th March.
βοΈGoldie died on my operating table during an emergency surgery on 17th April.
So why did I share this? Because we get it. We are vets, but we are also pet parents who share our hearts and our homes with our animals, just as our clients do. We know what it is like to have to say goodbye. And we know how much it hurts to lose a pet.
And we are hardest on ourselves. With all our training, skills, and knowledge, what does it all mean when we canβt save our own? We know we canβt save them all but my god how we wish we could. And we try so hard for all of them. I tried so hard for my girls, and I know there was nothing anyone could have done for any of them. But I still feel like I failed them.
Simply, we are for them, and we remain here for the lost ones and we grieve for the ones we could not save.
All we can do is love them, in the best way that we can, every day, and remember that tomorrow is never guaranteed to anyone.
So, for Gia. My heart, my bones, my blood. You will always be my beautiful girl. For Abby, the escape artist. And for Goldie, best friend to Mummy Chicken, and unable to walk on the floorboards.
I miss you all and I am sorry you had to leave so soon.
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βοΈβ¨~ For the lost ones ~ β¨βοΈ
No longer my shadow, in this life, though perhaps in the next? No longer my bathroom buddy or my little spoon in my bed.
No more will I hear your nails click clicking on the floorboards. No more will your mousy nose and toothy grin chatter when you smile.
Never again the gentle tapping of your nose against my leg; the delighted bouncing circles, or the full speed zoomies in the yard.
No more your supervision of my cooking, lying in the kitchen next to my feet as I measured and mixed. I still look for you so as not to trip.
Dear Gia, no longer nudging the ducklings back towards their Mama or keeping their nest safe from intruders. Your watch has ended.
Your grace, your tolerance, your sweet, sweet face, will only ever be a memory now. My heart in a black coat and four legs forever in my dearest thoughts.
Gia you understood my words, I know. You always knew just what I needed. Your name was all I had to say, and you would come, or move, or stay. All heeded.
You watched so many pets come and go, always with a gentle sniff and a quiet hello. You made them all welcome in our home, if they were friends to me, you seemed to know.
Goldie, I will no longer wake at 3am to help you with the floor boards you were scared to cross. You would go outside but the floor was lava, and on your return you would be lost.
Your specially pitched yip to tell me you were stuck will no longer be heard in the dead of night. And I will miss it, dear Goldie.
And Abby with your sweet long face and velvet ears, asking for loves with a nose on my knee. Escaping to roam the streets your downfall, why could you not just stay at home?
My beautiful girls, all gone too soon. No more their velvet ears to stroke, their long legs to fold away like origami, their whiskery snoots to boop. They will join the other lost ones, and become another three silver stars in the sky to wish goodnight to every night, for evermore β¨β¨β¨