In Memoriam: Jerome “Biggie” Wisniewski

Sometimes I wonder why we do this to ourselves.  We get these beloved pets well knowing that they will likely pass away before we do.  When they do pass, they take a little piece of our soul with them.  Losing a pet is painful; this is all still so fresh.  Out of habit, I went to look for Jerome a handful of times already today–to let him out, to feed him, passing by one his beds, and was harshly reminded that he was no longer here.  I keep waiting to hear the clacking of his nails on the hardwood floor or the distinct sound of him hopping down the stairs.  I look to the side of our bed and he’s not there; the tears have not stopped welling in the past 48 hours.  I thought I’d answer some questions about him and give some insight into why he was so special to our family.  (Maybe you’ve been following along since we brought him home in 2012–what a squish he was)

Where did his name come from?

My husband, Eric, is a HUGE Steelers fan.  Like, I don’t even understand his love for that team.  Jerome Bettis was always his favorite player (he’s also a ND fan, where Jerome attended college).  When we were talking about getting a bulldog I suggested the name Jerome and I swear he teared up.  Plus, the name felt right for him.  You’re probably wondering where the name “Biggie” came from.  When we first got him, we started calling him a “biggie boy” and the name Biggie just stuck.  He answered to both names, but most people who knew and loved him called him Biggie.

How old was he?

Young.  He turned 7 on April 25th (the perfect day).  Way too young to leave us . We brought him home when he was 12 weeks old.

Why did you get an English Bulldog?

Eric never had pets growing up; I, on the other hand, always had pets–cats, horses, dogs, hamsters…we were a pet-friendly household.  I also know first hand how much work they are, but Eric had a dream of one day having an English Bulldog so I did a ton of research on it as they are a finicky breed.  There are some bad breeders out there and I wanted to make sure we found someone that didn’t breed to sell for a profit but rather just a bulldog lover.  We were so lucky to find our breeder, Nancy, who lived two hours outside of Chicago; she only ever bred three litters total and was just an English Bulldog aficionado and lover.  Her dogs were loved, had great temperaments, lived long lives, and had minimal health problems.  We feel really lucky to have found her.  (However, she moved to Georgia and no longer breeds dogs.  She still owns one bulldog).

Fun fact: my sister-in-law had no intention of ever getting a dog but as soon as she met Jerome, she fell in love and went and got his sister, Mabel, from the same litter.  They’ve always had a special bond.  Also, now that we know the breed well, it’s not out of the question to rescue one eventually (bulldog rescues typically don’t let you adopt them unless you are familiar with the breed).

What was Jerome like?

I used to describe him as a cat.  He slept a lot, loved to be pet, preferred to make nests out of my fancy blankets, and did things his own way.  He was extremely stubborn, but we loved it about him.  When we took him to puppy school, after weeks of classes the instructor said to me, “ya know, some dogs just won’t walk on a leash.”  Ha!  He really did refuse to go on walks, but loved to run around in the park or at day care.  He would always jump into a baby pool, if available, and LOVED a romp in the snow–it made him runner faster than a snack.  His favorite food was cheese; if you merely OPENED a cheese stick, he would come running, no matter where he was in the house.  His other favorite foods were peanut butter, apples, and bananas.

Temperamentally, he could be an anxious fella.  We would joke that he had the cushiest life ever, yet acted like he grew up like he was deprived and living on the streets.  A grooming session make him shake with nervousness yet every single groomer always fell in love with him and said he was the best boy.  He hated when we left but was especially anxious when Eric would go out of town and when we’d bring the suitcases out, he would pace relentlessly.  However, he was very sweet wouldn’t hurt a fly.  He had loving eyes and a big heart; he’d would lay right next to you all day if you were home sick in bed.  When we took him out and about every single person who saw him would smile.  Every single delivery person would give him pets and he’d do his little butt shake when they’d show him some loving.  No one was scared of Jerome–he always came in peace. His low growl meant he heard something (but he wasn’t going to go looking for it–ha) and his high-pitched bark meant he wanted to play (or that he had to go to the bathroom if he was sitting by the door).  He was simply the best, which makes this that much harder.

What happened?

Ugh.  We still don’t have all the details and I’m not here to throw the blame at anyone but it was a devastating experience, especially since we weren’t there.  While we were out of town, Jerome stayed with my sister for half the time and the second half, he went to stay at the doggy daycare, which he LOVES.  They also know and love him–and they have a bunch of bulldogs who go there, too.  He has also been boarded there before, so he’s familiar with it.

We had just boarded the flight to come home on Sunday morning when I get a call from the doggy daycare; they tell me that Jerome got a cut on his paw and he’s worked up–they said they can’t get him to calm down.  We were quite literally about to take off and I didn’t know what to do so I told them I would call my sister to come get him.  In retrospect, I’m so upset at how this all transpired.  Why they called me instead of immediately calling ANY vet, I don’t know; it’s the thing that makes me the most sick about the situation as I feel he could’ve been saved.  They didn’t make it sound like it was an emergency situation which is why I called my sister, but it most definitely was developing into one.  I was in the air for almost two hours and so much happened during that time that it makes me want to throw up.  My sister, God bless her, who lives 35 minutes from us, went to pick him up and said he wasn’t doing well.  He was having trouble breathing and throwing up.  She was hoping she could calm him down (Jerome loves my sister and I’m so glad that she was able to be with him at the end) but instead took him to the vet.  He actually died as soon as she brought him in and they resuscitated him within 15 seconds.

Basically, we think Jerome had a form of heatstroke, even though it wasn’t that hot outside.  I think he worked himself up so much after hurting his paw that he compromised his trachea and suffocated himself.  The doctors were cautiously optimistic after they saved his life but when he couldn’t breathe without the tube and developed pneumonia within 24 hours of admission, we knew there was nothing else we could do.  We laid our best friend to rest on Monday afternoon and it was so gut-wrenching.  He didn’t look like himself and wasn’t lucid, but I hope that he knows Eric and I were there with him, giving him kisses and rubbing his ears.  Big thanks to my sister who tried everything she could to save our beloved pup.

I don’t know if I will ever let go of the guilt I have about everything that happened.  I have guilt that we weren’t home with him.  I wish I would’ve been like, “CALL THE VET.”  I wish we would’ve come home on Saturday instead of Sunday.  I wish I wouldn’t have boarded him for the second half of the week.  I wish so many things that could’ve changed the outcome and would allow Jerome to still be here with us.

How are the boys?

It’s tough with kids, you know?  Teddy was Jerome’s #1 fan.  He called all dogs “biggies” and cuddled with him as much as he could.  Teddy’s favorite place was Jerome’s bed.  Because he’s only 2, he’s still too young to understand what’s happening, which is kind of a blessing. We told him that Biggie was sick and went away but that we can think about him forever.  He has been asking for Biggie to come home because he misses him, which is like a punch to the gut.  We were looking at pictures of him and Teddy was waving and saying, “hi Biggie. Come home.”

Harry is 5 and semi-understands (and is curious) death.  I still talk to him about my dad, who passed away five years ago, but his concept of death is pretty linear.  He sees that Eric and I are upset and that makes him really sad.  I’m trying to put on a brave face but I am also trying to explain to them that it’s ok to be sad about losing our friend, Jerome.

What’s next?

I can’t even think about getting another dog–let alone a bulldog.  Jerome was one of a kind and I know we’ll never be able to replace him.  Maybe some day but it’s nothing I’m thinking about anytime soon.  I kid you not when I say that I’ve been crying for 48 hours.  (My friends and family would tell you I’m not a crier.) This just hit us hard.  It was so tragic–such a loss and so sudden.  But writing this all out was very cathartic for me and helped me articulate what a special guy Jerome the Biggie was to us.  If you have lost a pet, it’s ok to be upset; they’re family and it’s a special privilege to have them in your life.  They do more for us than we do for them–I believe that.

Thanks for all your notes and messages.  I’m trying my best to get through them all but it’s nice to know that you all loved the snippets I shared of Jerome, too.  He was a special Biggie.

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  • This is beautiful, Anna and perfectly captures him. Biggie absolutely knew you were with him even if he couldn’t show you. He knew your scent so well and I’m sure you brough him so much comfort. Biggie lead a great life and was the best big brother which makes it so much more heartbreaking. Thinking of you guys constantly and Mabel and I are sending all our love.

  • It’s truly one of the hardest things to go through, even when we have been through it many times with pets. Biggie is lucky to have had you as his mom. Thinking of your family xo

  • It’s a special family that loves a dog so much…I’m sad for you…especially being out of town. You all loved him, he knew…

  • Thank you for sharing Jerome with us. I could always tell that he was such a loved member of your family. My heart truly aches for you. Sending you love.

  • I’m so sorry to hear about Jerome. I remember when you bought him home (I’ve been following for that long)! You are absolutely right – pets do so much more for us then we do for them. They give us unconditional love and affection and only ask for a belly rub in return.

    I also had lost my 3-year old Wheaten Terrier unexpectedly. He seemed to have some stomach issues so we had placed on him a number of specialty, vegan diets to help it calm down. We took him to the vet over and over again and they kept on assuring us it was just an allergy of some sort. Then all of a sudden one night, he got very sick. We rushed him to the animal emergency hospital and they did everything they could to get his condition stabilized. Turns out he had Addison’s Disease, which is common in that type of breed. We went home that night and I was so optimistic that he was going to be ok. And then the phone rang at 4:30 in the morning, and he had passed away. I had so much guilt over it – what if I had taken him to a different vet? They may have discovered the issue and he would still be here with us. He wouldn’t have had to suffer like he did.

    In all of that, I came to realize that sometimes our pets aren’t meant to be here for a long time. They need a good, loving home during their short stay on this earth and in return, they give us all the love in the world.

    I’m so sorry for you loss.

    • I am SO sorry, Courtney! That is so tragic and such a loss. Thanks for the words of comfort–they definitely help.

  • You’re such a beautiful writer. Made me tear up. So very sorry for your loss. I feel like I can empathize because we lost our Frenchie when she was only 4 yo in a similar freak bulldog experience a year and a half ago, and we still talk about her all of the time like she’s still here with us.

    • I’m so sorry, Mel! 4 is so young–I feel your pain. I have a feeling we will also talk about Biggie forever.

  • I’m so sorry for your loss. I can’t imagine losing my dog as she really is like our first born child. It’s so nice to be able to learn about Biggie and his personality through this post. Hang in there!

  • Not a crier either but this post had me in tears and anything I can think to say feels impossibly trite. My heart is broken for your family and it’s impossible not to feel how much love you had for him through your words. Our bulldog just turned 8 and your post made me realize how much we might take for granted every moment with them. Thanks for sharing such a beautiful post.

    • Give your bulldog some extra love for me tonight. They’re such special creatures….and I definitely think some of my guilt stems from taking him for granted. He was always around and always there for us–I wish I would’ve realized that he could be gone in an instant.

  • What an absolutely heartbreaking story. I can’t imagine how tough this must be. I teared up reading this. Thank you for sharing Jerome. Anytime I would see a photo of him, it would always make me smile.

  • I’m so sorry. It hurts so much. I lost my cat of 9 years suddenly and I have the same kind of guilty feelings. Little gut punches throughout the house and I definitely relate to the “what if” thoughts. Time will help but I still cry sometimes thinking about her and missing her. So sorry for your loss. Sending you thoughts and support.

    • I’m so sorry for the loss of your cat! I work from home and the house is so lonely without him…it’s only been a few days and I’m already feeling super lonely without him.

  • Anna, thank you for sharing how much Biggie meant to you and your family. I lost a pet too kind of tragically and too soon as well and haven’t had one since. Pets ARE part of your family, sometimes it’s how you START your family, so of course you are sad. Our neighbors have a sweet dog named Leila. Our girls love her. She “patrols” the neighborhood, always keeping a watchful eye. She is rather old and isn’t getting around as well anymore and I worry about the day she will be gone, and even though she’s not OUR dog, how I will explain that she’s passed. My daughters experienced the death of my mother-in-law nearly two years ago, so death is not foreign to them, but it’s interesting how this dog that isn’t even ours is still an adopted part of our family. Rest in peace Biggie. xoxo

    • Thank you Jeanne. He was my first baby! And I lost my dad five years ago, too (almost exactly)–although Jerome was my dog, it’s unearthing some of that raw pain I felt back then,too.

  • Ugh. I have tears in my eyes for you, Anna. I’m so sorry that you had to go through this. Yes, we all expect to outlive our pets, but to be so blindsided and have everything happen so suddenly is the most gut-wrenching part. I do fully believe that he knew you and Eric were with him at the end. You were his mom and dad; he knew your scents well, and that is what brings our pups the most comfort. I am reaching through this screen and giving you a huge hug. Biggie felt love every day of his 7 years on this earth, and that was because of you. He’s in Heaven now, eating lots of cheese, running free, and watching over your beautiful family. <3

    • I hope he knew, Laura! Hopefully he’s gnawing on some sharp cheddar right now….although, he didn’t even seem to chew–just swallow..ha!

  • Anna,
    So lovely written and really shows how much Jerome was loved by you all. I’m so sorry for your family’s loss. Hopefully the memories you have bring you some joy.

  • I am so sorry for your families loss. Losing a pet is so incredibly difficult. Last year we put down out family dog-although she was old and had a wonderful life-16 years- it felt like we had lost a member of our family. My parents had gotten her when I was 15. She had grown up with my younger sister and I. To say we were devastated is an understatement. We all miss her and continue to talk about her.
    I can tell by your writing and the lovely pictures that Jerome was so loved by you all. Thinking of you and your family. Thank you for sharing his story with us.

    • Putting down my childhood dog was awful–it was on Christmas Even when I was in college. ugh. They really take a piece of our heart with us, don’t they?

  • What a beautiful tribute to Biggie. I’m so sorry for your loss. Sending you wishes for comfort during this time. We lost our Leia back in March and deciding to put her down was probably the hardest decision we ever had to make (even though it wasn’t a real decision–they think she had a brain tumor). Dogs enter our lives and they ingrain themselves into our families. They become such an integral part of every day and the love we have for them is not just the love for an animal, but a love for a family member. We were devastated after losing her and initially also thought we would wait a while before getting another dog. But now that a few months of passed, we realize that we need a dog in our life and that our life feels a little less vibrant without one. We’re waiting until the fall to give ourselves enough time–we would never want to compare any new dog to Leia–but we have so much love to give and can’t wait to open our home and our arms and our hearts to another dog.

  • I am so sorry for your loss. Reading this brought back so many memories of losing our family lab – she’s been gone almost 10 years and got sick while my parents were out of town and she was at the boarders. I have had so many “what ifs” go through my head and often wondered if we would’ve had a different outcome had she been at home. And even know I sometimes catch myself looking in the direction of where here crate was and being a little sad. As so many others have said, fur babies are truly family members and losing her was heartbreaking. Time does heal some of the pain and I wish you and your beautiful family comfort and peace!

    • THank you, Hillary! I am so sorry for your loss, too. It’s been a week and I’m still just so sad (but the sobbing has ceased); it’ll be an adjustment with him not here.

  • I’m so sorry for your loss. He looked like such a great family member and friend to you and your boys. My friend’s dog also died of heat stroke at a doggy day care in Chicago. It’s a similar story and I’m shocked to hear this happened to more than one person.

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