Dezi: Well here it is Furiday again and what a week it’s been. Blogville sed goodbye to a favowit cat blogger and hello to a foo new ones. And wiff dat bein’ sed, weez fawt dat we wuld do a short series on grief and your fur family members. Weez fawt we wuld do one of those educational postys we purrawmissed you wuld see. Let me stawt by sayin’ dat there awe tons of web sites and books and all kinds of resources out their on gwievin’ inpets, so stead of wepeatin’ and copyin’ them, weez gunna tell yous ‘bout ow own expewience wiff gwief. And because me has not lost a furmily membew thank God, sis Lexi will be writin’ todays posty, and in hooman speak. So sissy take it away.
Lexi: Thank you Dezi. As a lot of you know I have lost 3 brofurs during my lifetime. Since I came into mommys house immediately after being born, this is the only life I’ve ever known. And when I arrived there were already 2 cats in residence. Devon, a 4 year old Himilayan, and Lucky a 28 day old Siamese. Of course there were plenty of fosters, but they came and went so quickly I never got attached. Not like I did with Devon and Lucky. I was a little over a year old when Devon took ill. I had grown up with him acting much like a father to Lucky and I. Suddenly one day out of nowhere He attacked me while I slept. Mommy of course intervened, but I was stunned. An hour later he was acting like normal again. I loved him and wanted to comfort him so I went to lay down next to him and so did Lucky. Things were fine until a few days later, and again out of nowhere he attacked me. Again mommy intervened, only this time she took Devon to the VET. After an exam and some tests mommy was told he most likely had a brain tumor and that treatments would cost a small fortune and would only prolong his life a short time.
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Mommy made the hard decision to say goodbye to Devon and return home alone. Lucky and I were very confused. We didn’t understand why Devon wasn’t with mommy. None of us had ever spent the night away from each other. Lucky and I didn’t eat dinner that night. Instead we both kept going from room to room and meowing for Devon. We also spent time sitting with mommy who had leaky eyes really bad. This kind of behavior went on for a few days. The only thing that changed is that Lucky and I began to eat a little. After about a week mommy sat down with Lucky and me and told us that Devon wasn’t ever coming home. He had gone to heaven where he was no longer sick. Although we didn’t completely understand all of mommys words we did understand she was talking about Devon and that she seemed as sad as we were. But she held us and comforted us and spoke softly and made us feel as though everything was going to be alright. We continued to look for Devon for a few more weeks, and during that time mommy increased our play time and treat time, and kept us occupied while we were awake. And at night she would sing to us as we massaged her to sleep. Eventually we quit looking for Devon and moved on.
Lucky and I became even closer through the years until the day he said good bye. We will save this for the next post as our relationship was much stronger. Please stay tuned for more on grief in pets. We hope to offer you tips and tricks and ways to deal with it and help your fur friends cope and adjust.
Til da nex time……………..Be Blest!!!