I Want To Be The Person My Dog Thought I Was

Roxy with me, the day she joined our family. See? Cute, huh?

Roxy with me, the day she joined our family. See? Cute, huh?

My dog, Roxy, joined our family two days before my 15th birthday on the 12 August 2005 – the best birthday present I've ever gotten. She was the cutest puppy. She was I-have-to-pat-you-and-make-goofy-noises-while-I-do-so kind of cute. 

She was a blue heeler and border collie cross which made her ridiculously smart, too smart in fact, but she was unusually timid. When she loved you, she LOVED you, but she had a blanket rule about hating all other dogs. Puppy school was a nightmare. She was smarter than every dog in the class. She would work out the point of an exercise after one go and just start doing it before you asked her, knowing she'd get treats. But she’d be on edge the entire time, as there was all these untrustworthy puppies sniffing around. I guess that's where the saying “you gotta risk it for the biscuit” comes from. 

She really was a good girl, though. The best girl – despite being a bit of a weirdo. She loved us. We loved her. She was family.

Then on Sunday 12th August, two days before my 28th birthday, Dad texted me at 8am to say Roxy wasn't eating. I drove over to their place immediately, and we took her to the vet. For Roxy to not eat, something must be wrong. (She's an over-eater – she's never felt that body shame so many females do.)

The vet decided to keep her in for some tests. That afternoon, while my dad and I were picking up some groceries, the vet called to say Roxy had lung cancer. It was everywhere and for 13-year-old dog, treatment wasn't really an option. His exact words, "it's not a matter of if we put her down, it's a matter of when." Dad and I started sobbing in the middle of Woollies. 

13 years to the day since Roxy joined our family, we found out we'd have to say goodbye.  

I cried on and off for a week afterwards. To be honest, I'd never known a sadness like that. I was so grateful to all the wonderful people who sent messages – family, friends, the 5-TO-TRY Instagram community, colleagues, etc. I realised how important pets are, and why they bury themselves so deeply in our hearts. Pets teach us life long lessons.  These are the 5 lessons that stuck out to me in particular – I just managed to see them through my tears.  

 

1. I should love like Roxy

Roxy was never embarrassed to show me how much she loved me (hard to hide it – her tail is a dead give away). She would hear my voice and she would run through to greet me, tail thumping. She never played it cool. Even if I had forgotten to do something, or I was late, or I haven't given her breakfast yet – she would suggest not-so-politely that I do so, but she still loved me. And she showed me she did. 

We should all love like that – unashamedly and unconditionally, with our tails on our sleeve.

2. You grieve any kind of loss – and you're allowed to

When you lose anything that's important to you – a person, a pet, a job, a relationship – you need to grieve. Grief isn't reserved for any particular circumstance, it’s not only allowed when there is death. It's an important part of any process of loss. It's how you mourn, say goodbye, and come to accept that life is going to be just a little different from now on. Life is going to have periods of loss and sadness – and you're allowed to grieve them. It's the only way you'll move on.  

 

3. Making a decision that's best for someone else, doesn't necessarily make it easier for you

I knew that Roxy was in pain and that her quality of life was deteriorating rapidly. I knew all that. And many people said to me that Roxy's in a better place now, that she was in pain and it was the best decision. I understood that we had to do the right thing by Roxy, but it didn’t make it any easier. It didn’t make me any less sad.

I'm selfish. I wanted just one more year. I wanted to do all her favourite things and go to her favourite places, just one more time.

Knowing that you're doing the right thing for someone else, or making a decision that's right for them but feels bad for you, doesn't necessarily make it easier. It allows you to justify it, but it still makes you sad – and that’s OK.  

 

4. There are different kinds of love

Sanskrit has 96 words for love. Greek has three. Many languages have multiple words for life’s most important concept/feeling/action, but English has only one. I can't help but feel the English language is doing us a disservice. There are so many different kinds of love, but only one word to describe them.

The way I love my mum, is not the same way I love chocolate. And the way I love the ocean, is the not the same way I love my boyfriend. There are different kinds of love, and I think the way you love a pet is its own special type of love.

Love is the most powerful thing. To feel it is one of life's greatest blessings. It can't be contained in one single word – but to be fair, 96 doesn't really do it justice either. There are so many different kinds of love, and all of them are significant and meaningful.

I was lucky to experience the special kind of love reserved for pets. 

 

5. I want to be the person Roxy thought I was

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Roxy thought I was better than a mouldy old bone. I know this, because she would stop chewing one to come over and love me. (Unless she was in the middle of hiding it, then I had to wait. She loved me, but she had duties.) Roxy always wanted to spend time with me, to play, and cuddle. When she would see me, she would jump up to put her paws on my outstretched arm, so it was like she was standing next to me. (Deep suspicion she thought she was human.) She just thought I was the bone's marrow.

I want to be the person she thought I was – someone worthy of loving every day; worthy of her protection and loyalty; someone who would look after her and care for her; someone who loved her with arms wide open, and without reservation, judgement or fear – a person who loved her unconditionally and unashamedly, with her tail on her sleeve.

 

I love you and I miss you, Roxy. You'll always be my puppy.