So I am married, 42 years old, and my 2 “kids” are my Siberan Huskies, Emma and Tulip. Tulip was a rescue, and the rescue named her that. I wouldnt have chosen that name for her, but everyone seems to really find it “different”. So we stayed with it. That, and the fact that she was already answering to it.
I lost Emma to cardiac lymphoma, which you can read about here, if you care to:
http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showthread.php?t=800354
I did not grow up with dogs. Emma was my first loss. She was only 5.5 years old, and I didn’t think I would be saying goodbye to her for at least another 8 years or so. 2025 would have been perfect. But not June 15th, 2016. She was still a baby in my eyes.
As my wife has been juggling work and school (first certified surgical technologist, second nursing school), the dogs, or the girls, were my escape. Not bars. Not strip joints. Not poker nights with the guys. It was me and my two girls. Walks, dogparks, nature reserves, etc.
And now that cancer has taken one away from me, I feel like I have lost my child to cancer. I don’t mean disrespect to parents with human kids, or parents that have lost human kids to cancer. I do realize that in your eyes, there IS a difference.
But man, she WAS my kid.
And this fr*cken sucks.
Her lifespan was 12-14 years. As a logical adult, I most likely wouldnt be having a pity party if she was near that age. But she wasn’t.
So tell me, pet lovers…How do you do it? How do you deal with this grief? How do you deal with losing your best friend???
Someone told me that getting a new one right away helps you get thru it. But if I rescued someone right now, I would just see it as Emma’s replacement and forever link that new dog to Emma’s death.
I should mention that even though I am in my 40’s, I really have not experienced any personal losses. My parents and siblings are still alive. I had a half brother die of melanoma. I liked him. I wasn’t close to him. I cried one day for him, the day he passed away at home on his couch. My grandparents are gone, but I was just a young high-schooler that didn’t appreciate that kind of loss at the time.
Have I just been living the pampered life until now? Have any of you felt this kind of unbearable grief from the loss of a pet? If you haven’t, have you ever been privy to someone who has? And did you feel for them? Or think they were crazy nuts?
Cuz when Emma died, a piece of me died with her. No matter how many times I tell myself she was “just a dog”, I find myself crying that she “was not just a dog”.
She was one of my best friends.