On the last day I carried you in my arms
Dive a little deeper into the topic of pet loss and grief by listening to today's podcast episode. I speak with Julie Marty-Pearson who has a doctorate in psychology and a podcast all about pets. Julie shares her own personal experiences with losing her two fur babies as well as ways to help you cope with the loss of your pet.
I haven't posted here in a while, as I've been in a much better place. But that all came crashing down when very early this morning, I got a very disturbing call from my family.
Our family dog has passed away. We got him as a puppy, and he helped us move on from the trauma of finally getting rid of my abusive father (That's a whole nother story!) He belonged to a coworker who didn't want him, so we took him. He's been a very good friend and family member to us. But he had health problems.
I had moved away from my family to live on my own, and I had to leave him behind with them, choosing to still pay his pet insurance. The moment, got that phone call, any sleepiness I felt was instantly replaced with stunned silence, then, after the call, a tsunami of unstoppable tears came. My little brother, my friend. He's so much more than just a dog. He's not the first dog I lost, but it hurts all the same.
I wish I could've done more. Is it my fault for leaving? It couldn't be, but a tiny part of my mind says differently. He was gone way to soon, and even as I write this, more tears come. He was gone way too soon. He was only 8.
I had gotten a new puppy a few months back with my partner, so he's been keeping me occupied lately by his constantly playful antics. But maybe he senses that I'm a bit off? I dunno, I'm just rambling at this point. After all, since I'm far away, it's not me who has to actually deal with the body.