I lost two of my best friends last year, one quite unexpectedly (at 13) in January to a stroke, and my 15 year old bestest-doggy-ever in September to old age. Both losses were absolutely devastating. I'm nearly 60 years old, and in my entire lifetime, with all the many terrible things that have happened to me throughout that time, I have never asked for tranquilizers.
I did when I had to put Jax down. I couldn't bear it. I was a basketcase. My two beloved Westies, 9 months apart ... if I opened my mouth, I cried. I sprung "leaks" at the most inappropriate times.
When I've lost people, it didn't seem to be so unbearable. The only people who seem to understand, however, are others who have allowed total and complete entry of an animal into their heart. |