26/10/2026
Beautiful baby boy.
I can’t believe this is real. On Saturday we had a heartbreaking experience where Beano started acting strange. After taking him to the vets we found he had a huge cancerous mass attached to his spleen with blood and fluid in his abdomen.
Surgery would have been too risky at his age, and we made the gut wrenching decision to say goodbye and put him out of any pain. He was surrounded by his family and brother.
This doesn’t feel real, I keep feeling I’m in a nightmare and will wake up with his face on my pillow, but I don’t wake up and the reality makes me feel like part of me is dying.
As the boys have aged Ive had anxiety about this day, cried to them about loosing them and even speaking to a therapist about my anxiety, but now it’s real and the feeling is numb and painful. I have moments of laughing and feeling okay, and then dread.
Beano, you were born at home from your Mummy Biscuit. You were raised in the O’Neill household, spending the days cuddled on the sofa with Mummy Jo, walks with friends with Dad Keith, and snuggles with Sammy. You were there during times of happiness and sadness. Throughout stages of life including school, meeting my soul mate (apart from you and Badger), university, work (and even came to work to help other doggos!), buying a house, engagement. You adored living with Ross and our trips to the New Forest, Wales, Cotswold, beaches…
Our next big step was having you, dressed in a bow tie, at our wedding. I know you will still be there.
You will now be with your mummy Biscuit, your feline friends Crackle, Pingu (who you never met), Ferdie,and Franz. Many dog friends who can welcome you there too, and our family Grandads.
I miss you when walking downstairs and seeing the spots you had little wee accidents, where you dribbled your food, your bowls (you LOVE food, including carrots, peanut butter and yogurt!), your collar , on the bed upstairs on the pillows where you would sleep with your face cuddled into my face and neck whilst I hold your paws and fall asleep to you snoring.
14 years of Beano, beany baby, benny, jenny, jenry, benson. Our beautiful baby boy. We love you and miss you so so so much 🤍