Why Losing a Dog Can Be Harder Than Losing a Relative
Article by Natasha Feduik | Found on PetMD
I was 20 years old when I got my first dog. Of course, there were family dogs growing up, but this was my dog. I was living on my own for the first time, and he was mine to care for, love, and teach. It was like having a child. He relied on me for his basic life needs, like feeding, walking, and love. I relied on him for emotional support, entertainment, and love.
Though unlike a child who would grow up, move out, and start a life of his own, my dog was always going to be by my side, needing me as much as I needed him. We did everything together—we were inseparable. He meant more to me than most people in my life did, and we had a bond that no one could break. Our lives revolved around each other, in the most co-dependent kind of way. I had to plan my days around him, and he had to wait for me for anything he needed. And we gave each other our all.
Twelve years went by, and our bond only grew stronger with each passing day. We traveled, explored the world, and grew up together. We moved to new places and went on so many new adventures—some of which were intimidating and scary, but we faced them together. And then…he was gone. Cancer took him away from me in a very short time. I felt like half of me died that day. I felt lost, like I was alone in the world and had no one to turn to. Of course, all of my human friends and family were there to support me, but it wasn’t the same. I wanted my dog.
I have lost many friends and family members over the years, but nothing hurt as bad as losing my beloved canine companion. No relative ever relied on me the way my dog did. He needed me, and only me. People would be able to fulfill their needs in another way. No relative ever required so much of my time, energy, and love. No friend ever showed me such non-judgmental, pure, unconditional love.
Upon his death, I couldn’t function. I couldn’t work, eat, or sleep. Everything reminded me of our daily routine. The sun didn’t shine as bright without him walking next to me. My lunch didn’t taste as good, because I couldn’t share it with him. I didn’t sleep well knowing he wasn’t curled up by my side, keeping watch over me while I slept. The human-animal bond has been proven to change lives. I know he changed mine.
Most people didn’t understand how or why I shut down when Moosh died. He was “just a dog.” I had had other dogs and didn’t “take it so hard.” I knew what to expect going into it, that dogs don’t live very long. Why would I put myself through it? These were all responses to my devastation. I can’t explain or answer any of these questions, but I do know this: I will always have a dog, even knowing that it’s guaranteed heartbreak some day. Research shows parallels between grief following human death and that of a family pet. You can’t replace a family member or a dog when he dies, but you can add a new member to the family. There is always love to give, and always love to get.
Is it wrong that I hurt more over the loss of my pooch than some friends and family members? Maybe. But the relationship I had with Moosh was unique to us. He was my responsibility, my protector, my friend, my crying towel, and my court jester. He made me laugh, cry, yell, and smile. The mere thought of him makes me happy. He never judged me or thought poorly of me, and he always wanted me around. He was always there for me, which is more than I can say for a lot of humans out there. So no, I don’t think it’s wrong that I was more affected by losing him than some people. After all, he was my dog.
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