15/02/2026
Rupert. Our Ru. Our long little legend with the velvet ears and galaxy eyes. 🤎✨
This week, Rupert's mum & his brother Cyril said goodbye as he grew wings.
He was sunshine poured into a sausage-shaped body. A professional beggar of snacks. A blanket burrito connoisseur. A deck-sunning philosopher with one paw politely raised, as if to say, “Excuse me, I require kisses (and definitely treats) immediately.”
Those eyes. Liquid amber, full of devotion and gentle mischief. They followed us from room to room, across seasons, through ordinary Tuesdays and sparkling holidays. Ru did not just exist in his home. He orchestrated it. He supervised every snack. He approved every nap. He believed, fiercely and without negotiation, that love should be given in unlimited refills.
He had the tiniest tongue peek when he was pleased with himself, which was often. He had the courage of a lion in the body of a loaf. He turned couches into kingdoms and strawberry blankets into royal courts. He made the sun look like it was shining just for him.
And now, somewhere beyond the clouds, there is a very important angel with very short legs and very big opinions. I imagine him trotting across fields of eternal warmth, ears bouncing, nose working overtime, probably reorganizing heaven’s snack department as we speak.
Our hearts are longer now, stretched by loving him. Grief is the price of that kind of magic. And he was pure magic.
Thank you, Ru, for every tail wag, every cuddle, every soft snore, every ridiculous, perfect moment. Thank you for letting me love you alongside your momma; and for being part of the House of Hound gang. Cyril will make sure the snack quota is upheld for you both; and we will make sure he keeps his sparkle in your memory.
Run free, sweet boy. Keep a sunny spot for us. 🌤️🤍
