I know, I know. Things have been rather quiet around here on the dog blog. Nuthin’ but the song of crickets over the past week.
But you see, we’ve had a loss.
Unexpected and sudden as these things tend to go. One moment, you’re thinking about dinner plans … think we’ll oven fry some chicken breasts tonight … and then, everything changes.
It was an unreliable gate to the dog park that couldn’t withstand the strength of a setter’s prey drive of a distraction. And then the driver that wasn’t expecting a dog to cross his path.
And my Favorite Kid was faced with making the impossible decision that all who are Lovers of All Things Dog hope we never have to make.
The right thing to do is, too many times, the most difficult.
It was the only choice to make, to allow Elsa release from her pain. So much so, that choice isn’t even the right word to use. Yet that’s exactly what he had to do. Give the OK, as it were.
For Elsa, the blunt force trauma was too much; the damage to her vulnerable body too great to survive her injuries.
So we all grieve this loss of another one of God’s beautiful creatures.
It’s been nearly two weeks now. The rawness of it has waned and we’re left with the softened edges of grief. Still, the second guessing and what ifs remain.
Derek and Samantha move towards healing. A process made easier by their dog park community who loved Elsa, too. It does help to be in the company of others who understand that your pet is your family. Elsa wasn’t just a dog.
And so an amazing thing happened.
Their dog park friends donated dog food, toys, cash and such things that would help to support a pet shelter. All memorial of the dog that is Elsa.
Giving back for a life well-lived, no matter how short it was.
My heart is warmed by this generosity. It makes my mommy self so happy that my son can find himself among such people in this world.
I don’t know these folk. They don’t know how much I admire them. And I want to thank them for the healing they have offered to my son.
Derek and Sam will donate these gifts to the Kentucky shelter where they had adopted Elsa.
That feels right, doesn’t it?
But you know, as new as this is to my young adult kid (not an oxymoron, that), there are so many of us who have plowed through emotions similar to what he’s feeling.
Not exactly the same, of course. No one has the same experience as another. How can we? But grief doesn’t discriminate.
By nature’s design, we are destined to outlive our canine companions. It doesn’t seem fair and we all struggle for the reason we can’t have our furry friends longer than we do. And a sudden loss as with Elsa comes with an extra blow to one’s soul.
Our pet loving community is a strong one. If you’ve had to deal with the sudden loss of your pet, especially when faced with the choice of euthanasia, would you take a moment to drop a comment? What helped the healing process for you?
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