It's been one month yesterday since I had to have my precious baby, Daisy, put to sleep. She was an 11 year old english bulldog that I'd had since she was 6 weeks old. My first and only ever dog.
I'm amazed at the level of support I've received from friends during this grieving process. I know so many of you have commented that you've not received support or understanding, and how difficult that is. So I don't mean to make you feel worse by sharing my experience.
My dear friend texted or called me every single day for 2 weeks to let me know she was there for me.
My next door neighbor sent sympathy flowers (daisies, of course)
I've received 4 condolence cards in the mail
My boss has dropped by to check on me and give me a hug twice (I work from home)
One of my little students called to tell me she would be praying for Daisy.<3
Another friend stopped by with a little doggie/angel statue with her name on it
My son-in-law's mother reached out to me because she had lost her 14 year old cat shortly before, and we cried together and shared our grief.
Interestingly enough, I did NOT receive much support from my family (kids, siblings, etc.) Go figure.
I know that this would have been so much worse without these sweet people to support me and validate the loss I was feeling. I'd never had a dog before. I had no idea how much it hurt to lose a beloved furbaby. So this is what I have learned: Now I know how it feels, I'll know better how to help someone else in the future when they are experiencing the same kind of loss. I'll know to call, I'll know to drop by, I'll know to acknowledge their pain and cry with them. I didn't know before. So I guess I can thank my Daisy for molding my heart into the shape of a pawprint, so that I could learn how to be a more loving and compassionate human being.