Meghan Markle is expected to spend what is believed to be her first Christmas in many years without her late rescue beagle, Guy.
The Duchess of Sussex, 44, shared the heartbreaking news of her beloved dog’s death in an emotional Instagram post on January 8. Following Guy’s passing, Meghan posted a reel featuring videos and photos of the beagle, opening up about how difficult life has been without him.
“In 2015, I adopted a beagle from a dog rescue in Canada. He had been at a kill shelter in Kentucky and given a few days to live. I swooped him up…. and fell in love,” she wrote.
“They referred to him as ‘the little guy’ because he was so small and frail, so I named him ‘Guy’. And he was the best guy any girl could have asked for.”
A Constant Companion Through Life’s Milestones
Meghan went on to explain that Guy had been by her side during some of the most important moments of her life, including her time on Suits, her engagement and marriage to Prince Harry, 41, and her journey into motherhood.
The Duchess admitted she was “devastated by his loss” and told followers they would likely “fall a little bit in love” with Guy after seeing him appear in her Netflix series, With Love, Meghan.
“I have cried too many tears to count – the type of tears that make you get in the shower with the absurd hope that the running water on your face will somehow make you not feel them, or pretend they’re not there,” she said.
“But they are and that’s okay too.”
She ended the heartfelt tribute by thanking Guy for “so many years of unconditional love”.
Although Meghan did not reveal the exact date of Guy’s death, it is understood that this Christmas will be her first without the rescue beagle.
Christmas Card Controversy
At the same time, royal fans have been quick to highlight what they believe are several issues with Meghan and Harry’s new family portrait released as their 2025 Christmas card.
The image shows the couple standing in a woodland setting with their children, Prince Archie, six, and Princess Lilibet, four. Archie is seen hugging Harry, while Meghan bends down to hold Lilibet’s hands as the family pose together on a wooden bridge.
“Happy Holidays! From our family to yours,” the Duchess captioned the festive post.
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