Recently, one of my closest friends lost a beloved pup. She was furry family to everyone she met and boy did she have spunk! I found out about her loss on Facebook. They posted the most somber picture of her that made my cry in my cubicle at work. I couldn’t believe that I wouldn’t see her again… and she wasn’t even my pup.
This got me thinking – I’ve never lost a furry family member before in my life. When I was 10 years old I got my first dog, Casper. He was a Bichon Frise but not the ugly ones with a fro. He had the sweetest eyes, wore my glasses and would sing with me when I played music. It took years of whining to finally get him and we were best friends the instant we met. Despite the fact that father (Hi Daddy!) will never admit it – he loved Casper. We all did. I moved out for college, got married and had a kiddo of my own and though I tried to visit often, he wasn’t the same. We loved to see one another but he was getting old and incontinent. Shortly thereafter, my parents built a beautiful house and decided that it wasn’t fair to him to have him locked up all the time because of his bladder/old age issue. We found a local Bichon rescue and a wonderful family adopted him. And that was it. I have no idea if he is still alive or not but I took comfort in knowing he was in a good home.
We now have two Yorkies, Alvin and Ollivander. They are my babies and most days I like them more than my moody-all-attitude-foot-stompin’ little
brat girl. I can’t imagine life without them. When thy are at the groomer’s, the house feels empty and when we go out of town, I FaceTime with them every night. I’ve already warned Mike that if anything were to happen for them he would need to put me in a padded cell, call in reinforcements and a priest because I will not do well. At all.
I can’t imagine how my friend and his family feel right now. I sent them my love but I just know it’s not enough. Have you ever experienced a furry loss? What helped you cope?
Rest in Peace