A feeling of disbelief and incredible sadness


Last year I shared a series of posts from our wonderful, crazy summer, with our friend Karen and her naughty little bundle of mischief Dylly Dyls, the puppy Welsh Terrier that had joined Karen’s life the year before. Karen blogged about the antics of Princess Wiglet and Dylan, they were best buddies, on her blog Dylans Welshie world.

We celebrated birthdays, and the world cup, hosted here in France, and the dogs had a summer of chasing each other, swimming in the pool, playing tuggies with mops (Dylan’s favourite toy in all the world) and Dylan loved riding on the lawn mower with uncle Richard, with whom she celebrated her first birthday on the same day.

The catchphrase of the simmer was ‘Dylan what have you got in your mouth.’ That puppy loved to pick Up everything, and I mean everything up in her mouth, and run with it. Sticks, socks, pants, phones, lighters, packets, you name it. Dylan was a one year old bundle of mischief.

Punctuated within all of this fun and frolic was lots of sleeping, as you do, wherever you fall.

But as autumn drew in things changed and Dylan had a new family. By the late spring she and her mum were off on a new adventure: to live in Spain with her new family and new baby sister, who although a pup was five times bigger than her. But that didn’t deter Dilly Dilly, oh no! She was top dog, and shouted at everyone as they swam in the pool. She spent hours with lots of other dogs, and life was the best.

Dylan was my friends baby, she saved her at a time when so much had changed. Along came this little, fat tempestuous puppy, who was nearly named Chubster, and she gave Karen’s life new meaning and form; and as dogs always do she gave her unconditional love, and taught Karen about giving love, and allowing herself to be vulnerable.

Last Thursday Dylan and her sister pulled down a bin bag that her loving parents thought had been put out of reach. When they were found Dylan had eaten chicken bones, and despite Karen’s determined attempts, the little bugger swallowed them. They perforated her intestines and Dylan collapsed. She was rushed to the vets where Karen pleaded with them to do all they can. But sadly Dylan died in Karen’s arms. Karen could not bring herself to tell us until yesterday, she believed that if she wrote it down it would make it real.

We spoke today, both cried together, I am still crying now. Karen? She is lost, and distraught, and caught in the grip of despair. I wrote years ago about how Harley nearly died, and how a guardian angel saved his life. That angel was Karen, Harley would not be here if it were not for her. What do you say to the person who saved your dog, but nothing could be done to save theirs? Where do you begin? Just listen I suppose, which I will always do. We feel so powerless, so weak, there are no words that can offer comfort.

Dylan had the most adventurous life in her two years of life. She spent a summer with us in France, lived in England, lived in Spain, swam in pools, met new dogs, and made people fall in love with her wherever she went. She persuaded uncle Richard to squirt cream directly into her mouth, chased cats, pulled cupboards down, and had me running after her as she ran straight into our French neighbours house. She took on cows, and sometimes Harley and Wiglet. She was such a little bugger.

She left too soon, there is nothing more to be said. But she taught us all so much, and will leave a lasting legacy, and so many memories.

I am writing this in homage of Dylan for my friend. There is nothing more I can do.

Farewell Dylan, run free on rainbow bridge my darling.

Auntie Moira

21 comments

  1. I am so, so sorry to learn this sad news. Following Dylan’s Welshie World has been a total delight. I loved reading about her experiences at puppy school and her love of mops. My deepest sympathy to Karen and you all.

    On Monday, October 14, 2019, RosiesFrenchadventure.com wrote:

    > RosieJoseph posted: ” Last year I shared a series of posts from our > wonderful, crazy summer, with our friend Karen and her naughty little > bundle of mischief Dylly Dyls, the puppy Welsh Terrier that had joined > Karen’s life the year before. Karen blogged about the antics of Pr” >

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  2. Oh, I am so sorry to read this. God bless Karen, for opening her heart and loving little wild Dylan to the fullest.

    God bless Dylan, for doing what dogs (especially terriers) do, bringing us joy and love, teaching us to live for today, with boundless happiness in the moment.

    Please tell Karen not to blame herself, or any other human. It’s impossible to guard against all of the dangers.

    I feel certain that Dylan will send her a sign when – months or years from now – she may be ready to love another little animal with the same wild spirit.

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  3. How very sad.
    Karen you gave Dyl al the love you possibly could. You were the perfect human servant for her. Please don’t blame yourself, unfortunately accidents happen. I know for you it will be all the ifs, buts and why? Please don’t beat yourself up. Dyl has left a paw print on your heart. She will be watching over you,
    Dyls gone over rainbow bridge, she is running free and no doubt she’s up to mischief.
    Mr Radders says woof woof woof RIP beautiful girl, sending Karen lots of love and the biggest of hugs.
    In our thoughts💐💕🐾🌈

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  4. I am soo incredibly sorry, this brought as many tears for me as the laughter that dils gave to us all with her antics, my welshie Billy similar age to her, so everything that Karen wrote about rang true and I had gone through similar things at the same time. I am thinking of you Karen at this very very sad time.

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  5. I am just heartbroken to read this incredibly sad news. We used to look forward to Monday nights to read the latest puppy class installment from Karen. Many times we had tears of laughter running down our cheeks picturing Dyls taking on the mop, the teacher and all her classmates. Tears of sadness run now. Please don’t blame yourself. Try as we might, we can’t guard against everything. Hilton grabs items on walks that I never see until he swallows. I pray each time for it not to be toxic or dangerous. I am so very sorry for your loss. I hope her sister is giving you comfort.💔

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