...we've ever had to do.
Grieving over the loss of a pet is HARD. Many people - those of a tougher disposition, perhaps, or those who've
never had a pet - might not understand, I'm not blaming them, I'd like them to know - *bow, scrape*- and they might say: 'It's only a pet.' Husband is burying her this afternoon and I've dreaded it. He brought her back from the vet and she's in the utility
room as I type. I don't feel horrific, but I'll be glad when it's all over and we can move on. She was my unjudgemental companion for some years while I suffered depression, so naturally I'm going to grieve.
I had a real traumatic crying session after seeing her in the utility
room, after which I showered to freshen up, then Husband and I went out for our daily coffee. I felt much better. Out and about it's better. It's when we get home it hits me, cuz this is where she was. Preparing my lunch she'd be fussing for food,
in the evening she'd be curled before the fire. These are the hardest parts. I'm reminded, by family and mates, that she'd had a great life with us. A big, slightly wild garden which she'd happily roam. Shady spots in said garden she'd hide from hot sunshine
(we do get it sometimes!) good food, lots of stroking, tickles behind the ears and scratches under the chin...
just needed to say that it's vital, after the death of a pet, just as for a human, to let it all hang out if that's the inclination. We all have different ways of dealing with these things, I howl. Lustily and loud. Feels awful and heart wrenching at the time,
but it has to be done in my case.
The problem is that we Brits
have been brought up - many of us - not to show emotion, particularly in public. Terrible. Let's be not British-like, and howl lustily and loud. Let it all hang out in public and wave our arms around and collapse into our neighbour's arms (not sure I could
do that, much as I'm fond of my neighbours!). :-} Anyway, moving on, I'm having a go at moving on. Going to wash my Mini while Husband does the dreaded deed.