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Oct 01, 2013, 01:06 PM
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I've dealt with death many times. It's not uncommon to feel guilt or think of things you "could have done better" and ways you think you failed. I don't know how to tell you to deal with that part of it. I'm still working on that myself. I have a cat that belonged to my mom who died in 2004. The cat is in poor health and will die soon. I've taken very good care of him. But I'll still think of things I may have done better. I'm so sorry for the loss of your pet and hope you feel better soon regarding the guilt. Don't be afraid to grieve whether it takes the form of sadness or anger. It's a necessary step.
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Originally Posted by regnum-somniis
I'd always wanted a pet. At first, it was a dog, maybe a cat. It'd even gone to the point where I had written short stories about my dream pets, like a dog who could eat with chopsticks and do my homework for me (I was about 5 when this all started) and finally, when I turned eleven my mom bought me my first pet.
His name was Ace, he was a bearded dragon.. and he died this morning. I'm seventeen years old now, so I'd had him for a little more than six years.
This may sound ridiculous, but he really was one of the best things that ever happened to me. At first I had him in my bedroom, but soon enough my entire family fell in love with the little guy because he was so social and people loving, even being a lizard. Soon we moved him into the living room so he could really feel like he was part of the family.
He'd perk up whenever somebody came home, he would give a paw even and whenever I was sad and crying, I would pick him up and he'd nuzzle on my shoulder into my neck and fall asleep there - something he'd only do when I was upset.
Everything had been going great until this past weekend. He turned black last night and would barely move; he wouldn't eat, wouldn't drink and could barely breath.. I went off to school this morning in a rush and didn't even say goodbye, when my mom came home at 11am she found him even more sickly, picked him up and he died in her hands..
I know that to some he might be just a lizard, but he was so much more to me, to my family.. sometimes he'd be the only thing that could make me smile
I've never dealt with death before. Ever. I have a small family and don't know anybody or anything close to me that has died.. All I can think about is how lately I haven't been spending as much time as him, between school and friends... It makes me feel horrible..
How can I get through this? All I want to do is cry and curl up in my bed and never leave, I probably won't go to school tomorrow. And I still haven't gotten his coffin-box ready yet. I feel like throwing up at the thought of food, I've smoked more than my daily dose of nicotine, I just don't know what to do...
How have you all dealt with pets passing?
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