bereaved
5 years ago
Warning: this journal is a bummer.
i lost my dog yesterday.
she was a little western terrier, turned 11 earlier this year. she'd stopped eating, started throwing up more since november last year, and lost five pounds, which is a lot. we didn't know what it was, tried everything, fed her whatever she'd eat. finally, after months of her getting worse with no answers, and after a vet saw something on an x-ray, my mom took her in yesterday to get a surgery done to see if she had what we thought could've been a fish bone in her intestines that might've been causing her pain. if it was there, and they removed it, it'd mean she could recover and probably start eating more.
instead they found cancer completely destroying her body. no chance of recovery. we were told about it that same day, and then two hours later we were at the clinic to put her down. it shocked and devastated my entire family, me included. i didn't have a strong emotional breakdown at the time, or during the whole thing. i really wish i had, because i can't now. i've tried.
you can think it's cringe to mourn a pet. that's fine. i understand. i was you before it happened to me. she was with me through the formative years of my life, we were never apart for more than a week. i loved her so much, and she loved me more. when you're that close and that intimate, it really does feel like losing a person. i feel like there's a hole in my heart, like i failed her, and that hole in my heart's going to persist for a very long time.
this isn't what i needed right now. i'm not in a good place, and frankly i don't know when i'm going to get better. but life isn't giving me any time off, there are things i have to do and i have to keep doing them. i'm trying. i'm trying to continue.
so, yeah. status update.
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i lost my dog yesterday.
she was a little western terrier, turned 11 earlier this year. she'd stopped eating, started throwing up more since november last year, and lost five pounds, which is a lot. we didn't know what it was, tried everything, fed her whatever she'd eat. finally, after months of her getting worse with no answers, and after a vet saw something on an x-ray, my mom took her in yesterday to get a surgery done to see if she had what we thought could've been a fish bone in her intestines that might've been causing her pain. if it was there, and they removed it, it'd mean she could recover and probably start eating more.
instead they found cancer completely destroying her body. no chance of recovery. we were told about it that same day, and then two hours later we were at the clinic to put her down. it shocked and devastated my entire family, me included. i didn't have a strong emotional breakdown at the time, or during the whole thing. i really wish i had, because i can't now. i've tried.
you can think it's cringe to mourn a pet. that's fine. i understand. i was you before it happened to me. she was with me through the formative years of my life, we were never apart for more than a week. i loved her so much, and she loved me more. when you're that close and that intimate, it really does feel like losing a person. i feel like there's a hole in my heart, like i failed her, and that hole in my heart's going to persist for a very long time.
this isn't what i needed right now. i'm not in a good place, and frankly i don't know when i'm going to get better. but life isn't giving me any time off, there are things i have to do and i have to keep doing them. i'm trying. i'm trying to continue.
so, yeah. status update.
eX
and no, i'm not suicidal. don't get like that with me please.
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So, believe me when I say, I know exactly what that entire situation is like. I have been exactly there, right where you are now. Anyone who says pets aren't family is wrong, just flat out. Or shouldn't have pets, if they have any to begin with. It is never "cringe" to mourn. Especially not a member of your family.
From what you've said about what happened, you absolutely made the right decision. It hurts like hell, and there will always be that little hole, that tiny piece missing. But you had to make a choice (you in the general sense here). My family agonized for a while over putting our dog down. She was old, had health issues, arthritis and digestive problems just for a start, slowly going deaf and blind, and now cancer on top of it all. But at the end of it all, there really wasn't much choice. Sure, we could get surgery. But it's expensive, chancy, and if she lived through it she'd have even more health problems. Her quality of life would absolutely go down. So, we as a family decided the best we could do was schedule a time, get everyone together, and just be there with the vet when we put her to sleep.
You didn't fail her. You did all you could, and from what you've said you were all there. That's really the best you can do.
If I can pass on some advice though. Think of it like this; You had that dog for 11 years. 11 years, where it sounds like she had a wonderful time. She was there with you, and you were there with her, and really that's all any dog wants. To love and be loved. And you had 11 years of that. All science, all spirituality aside, 11 years of complete, unconditional love sounds like a pretty good run to me. So don't blame yourself. I know my pets never wanted me to be unhappy.
You didn't fail her by any measure. If it's inoperable, the most compassionate thing is to make that decision to end their suffering. It's one of the hardest decisions you'll ever make and requires true grit to make. There's no failing to be found here.
Sorry for your loss.
You make progress, but take as much time as you need. So long as you make progress healing, the time it takes was the time you needed, babe.
I'd guess your not having any emotional breakdowns might be a sort of shock or the like. Pet, family, friends, any of those can be absolutely devestating to have pass away. It hits hard and never really quite stops hurting, you kinda just have to live with that they're no longer with you, treasure the memories you've had with them and always remember them fondly.
But I can assure you, you didn't fail her. I am sure you and your family gave her a great home and a great life and that matters the most. I am sure she was happy and to keep her in good memory is the best you can do. It will not bring her back, but she gave you as much happiness as you gave her and that is what a pet's purpose is. You need some time now to overcome these feelings, maybe sharing it with your family, that helps in such a situation the most.