Coping

Losing a pet is a funny thing.  Part of you wants to think, as Dwight gruffly pointed out, that “it’s just a [dog]” but, at the end of the day, that animal is as much a part of your family as a human, and losing one hurts.

It probably doesn’t help much that I keep starting at his picture.  Writing this probably doesn’t help either, but I’m distracted;  I don’t want to whine to friends and family, so, here I am writing, hoping for some sort of catharsis.

I find myself swinging between smiling at the memories and fighting back the tears as the loss weighs on me.  Not all the time, mind you.  I’m not a walking zombie. 🙂 

I called the vet this morning to check on Abby.  I have in the back of my mind Where the Red Fern Grows, wondering how she’s going to react.  The kennel staff said that she was quieter, more subdued than normal, and was even whining a bit, which she never does.  She’s missing her brother.  So are we.  He was an awesome, awesome friend.  “Just a dog.”  Whatever…