So today I discovered that the family dog had to be put down. He had a cancerous growth on his stomach and being 16, he didn't really have much of a chance. This was the first 'family' pet I've had, being with me from when I was 4 to now, when I'm 20. I couldn't believe how upset I was, for most of today I've just been comprehending the fact that I'll never see him again and it actually hurt, a lot.
The strangest and, for me personally, upsetting part is last night I dreamt about him for the first time, I dreamt that he came and said goodbye and I got to throw the ball for him one last time. This served as a slight reassurance to me, because I was destroyed that I wasn't there with him when they put him down.
( The dog was living with my other family members for a while, due to our current house landlord not letting animals on site )
So, my question to you, escapists; have you and how did you, deal with the deaths of beloved family pets?
The strangest and, for me personally, upsetting part is last night I dreamt about him for the first time, I dreamt that he came and said goodbye and I got to throw the ball for him one last time. This served as a slight reassurance to me, because I was destroyed that I wasn't there with him when they put him down.
( The dog was living with my other family members for a while, due to our current house landlord not letting animals on site )
So, my question to you, escapists; have you and how did you, deal with the deaths of beloved family pets?