Julia Roberts, America’s Sweetheart and the only person who could rock both a ball gown and a panic attack in Pretty Woman, has just suffered a heartbreaking loss — her fur baby Myrtle has passed away at the jaw-dropping age of 19. Yes, nineteen. That’s 133 in dog years. That’s practically Gandalf-level wisdom in canine terms.
On Friday, Julia, 57, hopped on Instagram to break the sad news, posting a photo of the iconic pup lounging outdoors on blankets like the regal legend she was. She captioned it with the tribute:
“Our Myrtle. A Legend. 2006–2025 👑”
Short. Poetic. Devastating. Honestly, someone call Taylor Swift — this needs to be a song.
Julia’s husband, Danny Moder (aka Myrtle’s full-time cuddle consultant and part-time pizza bodyguard), also paid his respects with a message that deserves its own Hallmark card:
“The definition of Fierce Loyalty, even if she bit the pizza man once.”
Honestly? Same, girl. We’ve all wanted to bite the pizza man when he forgets the garlic sauce.
He went on to honor Myrtle with her full, dignified title:
“RIP Mytlle…aka Myrtle Von Mertzenberger. 🩵💛🧡”
A name that sounds like she ran a successful bakery in Vienna and also solved mysteries in her spare time. Icon behavior.
Myrtle lived through four presidents, TikTok being invented, the entire Twilight franchise, and that one time we all pretended to like kale. A true survivor. She gave cuddles, side-eyes, and apparently one very memorable nibble to a delivery guy.
Meanwhile, in unrelated but also heart-melting news, Danny recently posted a rare photo of Julia with their three kids — son Henry (17) and 20-year-old twins Hazel and Phinnaeus (yes, that name still slaps). Clearly, the Roberts-Moder household is full of love, chaos, and probably a few more dog beds than necessary.
Rest in peace, Myrtle Von Mertzenberger. May your next life be filled with endless treats, warm blankets, and a pizza man who knows better.
🕊🐾