Pets are family, they often are the only ones that see the complete us; unvarnished and unfiltered.
We mourn - not because it’s unjust or unfair - but because we feel a deep sense of loss that they are no longer anchoring the parts of our lives we seldom share. It’s losing one of the best pieces of yourself.
I’m a little bit crazy I guess - my pets aren’t background. I’ve been known to give them unique voices, respond to their reactions and each has a unique personality that’s reflected. Being abused, I know their worries; we adapt and press forward together.
I’m sure after 17 years you do too.
My family and dates worth keeping have picked up immediately on this and adopted it as their own; and all are feeling the loss in their own way. My mom had a mass dedicated, lit candles and was in mourning for a pet she watched a few times a year.
When my dad passed suddenly, his dog sat by the gate waiting for him to come home, slept in a secret, pilfered nest of his laundry, and would check - years later and after the move -by scratching the front door until the new owners answered if it was walked By the property.
It’s a two way relationship - where they trust us with everything they have or can offer.
To me, it’s simply proof of a life well lived.
Your little guy really is in a different place; so is mine. It’s not better - little sheet lived like royalty - but it’s natural. It’s their time.
There’s a Nobel prize out there for someone that makes pets immortal.