FAREWELL | Saying Goodbye

Saying goodbye to a pet can be one of the hardest things to do. On September 2nd, 2017, at 11:00 am, we had to make the incredibly hard decision to put our dog down. It’s taken a long time to write this post simply because it might make things feel more final once it’s out there. It was a hard few weeks, as my whole family had to get used to the idea of the house being a lot more empty than it had been just a few days ago.

It was exceptionally hard for me because I was home the most and would be the one to take her on her walks, cuddle with her during the day. Every time I’d wake up or come home from school she’d be there at the door to great me. Near the end, I’d even have to sit on the floor and spoon feed her because she refused to eat.

Every crook and corner where her things used to lie are now empty and it can be very hard seeing them like that. The house feels empty, something feels off, not right. It’s really hard to think about and accept the fact that I’ll never get to hold her, cuddle her, or see her again.

I was six when I got Lola, my dog, and she has been with me throughout the past fourteen years of my life. Growing up with a pet taught me many things like patience, compassion, and responsibility. I couldn’t have asked for a better dog. While she had a lot of problems, I couldn’t have loved her anymore than I did. She was the runt of the little, the dwarf, she was bull legged, she had epilepsy, and near the end she was completely deaf, and mostly blind. She lived a great fourteen years, surrounded by people who loved her dearly.

Lola degraded very quickly and had almost no signs up until the point where it all went down hill. On Tuesday she started with the labored breathing, and fainting, and by Saturday, she was gone. There was nothing we could do and we found out a lot about her in that trip to the emergency. She had a large heart murmur that had apparently been there forever and her lungs were filled with water, which was why it was difficult for her to breath. Signs we weren’t aware of, and wouldn’t have been if we hadn’t taken her in.

I can truly say I’m glad she went the way she did, it was fast, painless, and she was surrounded by everyone she loved. There was no trauma, or uncertainty. As the vet gave her the final needle, she had tears in her ducts, like she knew what was happening. It was incredibly difficult but the vet assured us it was the right choice. She said doctors prolong life, while vets end suffering, which I found quite comforting. I know Lola wasn’t in pain, and won’t be in pain anymore.

My advice to those of you who have lost a pet, or to those who probably will one day, is that it’s okay to treat the passing of a pet just like you would a human. They are a giant part of many peoples lives and families. But just like you would come to terms with a human passing on, you do with animals as well. Take lots of pictures, and cherish all the moments you can with everybody, human or not.

Pictures seemed to have helped me the most through this time. Looking at them makes me feel like she’s still here with me and I don’t feel sad when I look at them, I just remember the good times. Other than photos, trying not to think about it all the time is the only other way I’ve gotten by. Eventually the pain will pass, and things will get back to normal.

 

 

 

 

 

In situations like these, the thing that gets me the most sad is seeing my entire family visibly upset. Seeing my mom cry is one of the hardest things to watch. While Lola was definitely my mom’s dog, through and through, she was obviously loved by the entire family. We have to remember that when anyone, human or animal, is suffering, when they’re gone, they’re not anymore and they’re free of pain. Yes this means you won’t see them anymore, but maybe you will one day, and they’ll be free of pain and happy.

My reaction and subconscious cooping mechanism has been okay for me so far. For some reason I don’t really feel like she’s gone. I feel like I’ll see her again. While I get waves of sadness, I just look at one of the many photos I have of her, and feel like she’s still there with me. In reality, I know she’s gone, and I won’t see her again. But there was major comfort to me knowing she wasn’t scared or alone when she left us.

For any of you guys who have lost a pet, I think you understand that it can be just as hard as losing an actual family member. After all, pets become family. I’m sorry for your lose if you have, no matter how long ago it happened.

If you have, what are some tips you’ve had cooping with lose? I’d love to know and maybe pass some along to the rest of my family. I know some things only work for some people, so the more options I have, hopefully the more successful I’ll be at consoling my family. Thank you!

5 thoughts on “FAREWELL | Saying Goodbye

  1. Ceelavie says:

    I’m sorry to hear about your loss! I have a dog myself and I know she is a really important part of my life. It’s horrible when we lose pets but I’m pleased that it was a peaceful end for her. Lovely photos x

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  2. Britney says:

    I’m so sorry to hear this. This is so sad. 😦 My oldest cat is about to turn 17. She was a year old when I brought her home. I was 13 at the time. She’s been with me for over half my life, and I get so anxious thinking about how time is running out. Especially since the years go by so fast. She is still healthy as far as I know, but I know the average life span of a cat her breed is 18 years. I’m hoping she outlives that though. It’s hard thinking about life without her.

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