Losing a pet can possibly be one of the most traumatic experiences ever.
We go from having a tiny furry shadow that follows us around everywhere, that depends on us, to the nothing. Sometimes we can prepare ourselves, we have time to say goodbye and sometimes we can’t. Death isn’t always kind.
There is never a real way to prepare ourselves for the loss of a pet. It leaves us shattered and in tears. Heartbroken. Lost.
When my partner and I lost Floyd, we weren’t in each other’s live for long, hardly a year, yet it reached into me as a wrecking ball. All of a sudden there wasn’t a huge walking carpet around nudging my sides and we had to deal with it as best as we could.
We had time to adjust and prepare ourselves, we knew what was coming, yet it was and still is gut wrenching. We organized for people dear to him to come and say goodbye and gave him a ridiculous amount of treats. It was amazingly sweet until it sucked. The morning after we cleared out of sight all of his objects and toys and food bowls. Some things went in a memory box, some others went to the SPCA.
There is no real method of dealing with the loss of a companion.
Some people honour their friends by volunteering at an animal shelter and looking after other pets that don’t have a family yet.
I’ve heard of a guy buying a bucket of tennis balls and bringing them to the dog park in honour of his lost friend.
Another girl decided to walk every day a different senior dog at her local shelter after losing her pup of old age.
And then, some people decide to pour the love they still have onto some other pup.
We chose this last one, when we were ready again, a few months after, and it was a great decision. Floyd is still with us, whenever we find a long black strand of fur under some hidden box. When we stumble upon an old chewed ball. Whenever I go in the garage and I see his car ramp for senior dogs. Whenever my clumsy dog Sirius trips over his own feet, reminding me of how Floyd used to do the same thing too.
They never leave us. Not fully. They will still live in our hearts and guard us from wherever they are, like the good puppies they have always been.