16/06/2026
“Are you a cat person or a dog person?” is a question I’m often asked. Why do I have to choose between the two? I am an animal person, is often my answer. I may be the responsible adult of two cats (as cat owners know, we never truly own a cat), but that certainly doesn’t mean I don’t love dogs.
The thing with animals is that our capacity to love them, and for them to return that love to us, feels infinite. Perhaps the closest thing to unconditional love some of us will ever know. They are there through the heartache, grief, pain and illness, asking for very little in return. But with loving an animal comes responsibility. And if they are lucky enough to live a long life, at some stage we may need to make the heartbreaking decision to end their suffering. It’s the ultimate act of letting go.
On Saturday, as a family, we said goodbye to my brother’s beautiful golden retriever, Clyde. She was 13 and a half years old and had been part of every family gathering and holiday at our bach. She was deeply loved by my Mum and, although there is some comfort in imagining they might be together now, it also breaks my heart a little. Mum never got to meet the man who was to become the love of my life.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how every new person or animal that enters our lives, and every one that leaves, somehow makes the distance between their time here and ours feel greater. As life inevitably goes on, my greatest fear is that my memories of Mum will slowly fade into the background, especially as the three-year anniversary of her death quietly approaches. Yet perhaps that’s not really how love works. The details may become less sharp with time, but the imprint someone leaves on our heart remains.
Clyde was suffering and my brother and sister-in-law made the incredibly difficult decision to let her go. Yet on her final day she pulled out all the stops. After barely eating for days, she devoured every treat we offered and showered us with love. Anyone walking into that room would have thought she was the happiest dog in the world. But she was also in pain.
Animals do that. They act as though they’re okay, hiding what’s beneath the surface. And so do we.