Tough hope
As I buried my face in his thick, furry neck, I felt my dog take his very last breath.gismo, my beautiful, was gone. Lying with him in his bed, feeling his now motionless body, I sobbed with an intensity that shook me deeply. I realized I was crying harder than I had in years, my grief so intense, it felt as if a part of me had been clawed out and torn away.
my beloved gismo .Gismo was the first dog I’d raised from cradle to grave. I had had other dogs before him, but what I had with gismo was different.Intensely challenging to raise, fear aggressive from an early age, and overly protective of me at times, Gismo forced me to become a more patient, compassionate person, to work with his issues but to also accept him for who he …show more content…
As his body began to grow cold and we waited for the pet crematory funeral director to arrive, it dawned on me that the depth of my sadness far surpassed anything I had felt when my human friends had died. In fact,, yet I had not felt this level of grief. Was there something wrong with me, or was I experiencing something akin to what one might feel when losing a child?
Young Gismo Bewildered and curious about this“That was a theme I heard consistently in my group, that people were grieving more for their pet than they ever did for their parents, sibling, or friend, that the grief they felt for their animal was like no other grief,” Betty said. “That’s because of the relationship we have with our animals — it’s unconditional love, it’s deep, and it doesn’t carry all the baggage that human relationships carry. Then there’s that loving, that mothering, that caregiving that people do for their animals. I heard people say all the time: ‘She was like my baby, she was like my
As I buried my face in his thick, furry neck, I felt my dog take his very last breath.gismo, my beautiful, was gone. Lying with him in his bed, feeling his now motionless body, I sobbed with an intensity that shook me deeply. I realized I was crying harder than I had in years, my grief so intense, it felt as if a part of me had been clawed out and torn away.
my beloved gismo .Gismo was the first dog I’d raised from cradle to grave. I had had other dogs before him, but what I had with gismo was different.Intensely challenging to raise, fear aggressive from an early age, and overly protective of me at times, Gismo forced me to become a more patient, compassionate person, to work with his issues but to also accept him for who he …show more content…
As his body began to grow cold and we waited for the pet crematory funeral director to arrive, it dawned on me that the depth of my sadness far surpassed anything I had felt when my human friends had died. In fact,, yet I had not felt this level of grief. Was there something wrong with me, or was I experiencing something akin to what one might feel when losing a child?
Young Gismo Bewildered and curious about this“That was a theme I heard consistently in my group, that people were grieving more for their pet than they ever did for their parents, sibling, or friend, that the grief they felt for their animal was like no other grief,” Betty said. “That’s because of the relationship we have with our animals — it’s unconditional love, it’s deep, and it doesn’t carry all the baggage that human relationships carry. Then there’s that loving, that mothering, that caregiving that people do for their animals. I heard people say all the time: ‘She was like my baby, she was like my