I lost my best friend today. He had cancer, and I held his dear fuzzy face as he died this morning.
About half the people that hear about this will say –or perhaps just think without voicing it: oh, it’s just a dog, get another one. The other half will be very sympathetic, because they have been there, too. But still there is a particular loneliness to grieving for a lost pet.
The sad loneliness about this circumstance is that there is nobody to truly share your loss and grief with. Your pet probably didn’t have friends. Just you, the family. Nobody else actually misses your pet but you. Yet the loss can be profound. Nobody else truly knew him and loved him, but you. It puts one in a lonely position of great sorrow.
I certainly don’t mean to diminish the grief of losing a family member or friend. Yes, that is terrible and awful. Today, as my husband and I work through our own grief, I want to cry out, but it is hard to find someone to SHARE the real sense of loss and sadness.
I was once given a book by an old friend of mine: Father Jack Wintz. Several years ago he wrote a book called Will I See My Dog in Heaven. It is a great comfort to me.