Goodbye to Fenny

Fenwick passed away this week, he was almost 18 years old. Bruce told me that he went for a walk around the field, and then passed away peacefully in his sleep. I’m so thankful he had such a long, healthy life and such a gentle passing. It’s what I wish for all my animals.

It was so hard to leave Fenwick behind in the divorce, but I do think it was the right choice – the move and new place would have been hugely stressful for him at his age. I’m thankful that Bruce took such good care of him and he got to stay in his ‘retirement’ home until the end. I hadn’t seen Fenny for a year and a half, and I knew when I left that both Fenwick and Brisbee were not going to be with us for much longer. Still, while I knew intellectually that this was going to happen, it still hit me hard to hear the news.

I loved that little dog like no other, our relationship was closer than I have had with any of my other dogs – Fenwick would have it no other way. His separation anxiety was difficult to live with, but that was a dog that NEEDED to be with his people. The border collies, though I love them so, they don’t need me, not really – and certainly not like Fenwick did.

He spoiled me for all other dogs, there was nothing that he wasn’t up for. He had boundless enthusiasm and energy, he loved everything we did together. He was my introduction to everything dog related, he introduced me to agility, flyball, rally, obedience, tricks, clicker training – everything I love today. I recognize now that he wasn’t the easiest dog to train, he was frantic and overstimulated – but if you have enthusiasm you can do anything, and he had no lack of that.

I’ve never met another dog like him, Tammy got him DNA tested when he was older and turned out he was 1/2 boston terrier and 1/2 keeshond mix. People thought of him as ‘terrier’, but he was actually very ‘spitz’ in temperament. He was loud and pushy and over the top and – god I loved that dog. When we adopted him at the shelter he was labeled as an 8 week old cattle dog mix – we got him home and found out he was actually a 5 month old – we thought he was rather mature for his age! But he really was just FENWICK, completely unique.

So, yeah, 18 years, almost half my life – hard to believe he’s gone. For some reason I just keep thinking it’s so weird that Fenwick went before Brisbee. They were similar in age but Brisbee has had a lot more health issues as they got older, while Fenwick has been pretty much invincible. Brisbee is hanging in there though, he turned 17 in April. Little mix breed rescues have longevity.

I wouldn’t be where I am today if it wasn’t for Fenwick, he was such a pivotal force in my life. I’m thankful for the many, many lessons he taught me and recognize I’ll never have the same relationship with a dog that I did with him. What he we had was incredibly special and I was very lucky to have found him. I’d do it all over in a heartbeat.

Fenwick and Poco were the best of friends, and it makes me happy to think of them together again, chasing each other forever now. Goodbye to one amazing spirit – thank you, Fenwick – for everything.