12/06/2025
Darling Rosie, thank you for your recent communication and sleep well dear one now you have gone home, absolutely knowing how much you were loved by mum Mel Allen 🙏🏻❤️🙏🏻❤️
This is my Rosie, aged 17 years and 4 months. I contacted Ginny for a general check-in with Rosie, but also to voice my concerns about her inability to regain the weight she had lost since her tummy bug 2 months before.
Ginny quickly tuned in and did a body scan, with Rosie commenting on each area. Rosie confirmed that her tummy still hadn’t fully recovered since the bug, but the steps I was taking helped but also made suggestions of her own. The reading was very positive and confirmed my thoughts about her stomach. Little did I know, nor probably Rosie (or maybe she did, but didn’t want to let me know) that her heart was enlarged and getting bigger.
Two weeks later, Rosie’s breathing started to become quite laboured, which I put down to her hay fever being particularly bad due to the hot, dry weather. After a week of antihistamines, her breathing showed no signs of easing so I took her to the vets.
The blood test showed that she was in excellent health, but the x-ray showed her heart had enlarged so much that it was crushing her lungs. She wasn’t getting sufficient oxygen into her body. The vets called me at 11.00pm to come and see her and, on arriving, I was shown the x-rays and Rosie. She was being given oxygen to help her, and probably some drugs too as she was so still, but she turned her eyes to look at me so she knew I was there.
As all animal owners know, and learn to dread, there always comes the time when you have to make ‘the decision’, and the time had come for me and Rosie. Her sudden decline was such a shock as only that morning she had eaten her breakfast and we’d gone for a walk. It was clear, however, that she had reached the end.
I am so glad I was there for her, and she knew I was there, holding her. I have been through this so many times and it never gets easier to deal with. My heart is always ripped out of my chest, and I still howl out with grief. I brought her home, back with me. I will endlessly love and miss her.
It’s poetic in a way that she died of an enlarged heart as she was all heart - so loving, charismatic and a real character. All who met her or knew her, fell in love with her - you just couldn’t help it - and she loved everyone right back…but me the most. How lucky was I.