Brady the beagle was only eight years old when we
unexpectedly had to have him put down. He woke up late one night shaking
his head incessantly. I could see that his face was slightly swollen, but decided
to wait out the few hours until morning to take him to the vet. It seemed
to be some sort of allergic reaction, maybe a bug bite. He was given Benadryl and
sent home.
That night, a Saturday—because all animal emergencies seem
to happen when only exorbitant after-hours care is available—he developed
serious gastrointestinal problems. The next few days resulted in one futile
attempt after another to get him well. After almost a week of veterinarian head
scratching, it was determined that he had weak kidneys, and all the inflictions
and medications were more than his little organs could handle. The most humane
thing was to let him go.
The vet spoke kindly and softly as he worked. The process was gentle, quiet, and
methodical—as my heart split open with grief. The guttural sobbing that
followed came from as deep a place of hurt as seems humanly possible. I not
only grieved Brady, but my dad who passed the summer before, my dog, Emerson,
whose loss Brady had been the welcome heart mender for, and layers and layers of scratched
open sadness.
I began to ponder why the death of a pet is so uniquely
lacerating. More than once I have heard people say, “I cried harder when my dog
died than when I lost my mom.” Or, “My cat died ten years ago, and I’m still
not over it.”
Our fur-wrapped friends willingly offer unconditional love
and unencumbered relationship. Pasts are forgotten, the future is not analyzed—now is all there is. No wonder grieving
a pet is so searing. After all, that soft head is the one that soaked up
countless number of tears—the nose that sniffed, the eyes that wondered, the
head that tilted, and the ears that heard the stories, the railing, the fears.
They are the guardians of our sorrows and champions of
consolation. And when they leave their posts, the unwatched gates fly open and
the despair of decades spills through.
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