10/02/2023
Pet loss can be a lonely experience. Not everyone "gets it," and it can be hard to find people facing similar grief.
I have asked some of the pet parents I have connected with in the past to share their experiences with us:
When did you lose your pet?
Reptar - February 14th, 2020 (7 yrs old)
Mufassa - April 4th, 2022 (10 yrs old)
Did you feel alone in your struggle with grief? If so, how?
With Reptar, yes. One of the coping mechanisms I have developed in times of trauma is to just shut down outwardly. I throw up 10ft high brick walls and try to process/handle my emotions all on my own. Regardless of other peoples attempts to assist me, I keep them shut out since I have adapted to handle any issues I have on my own. So with Reptar, I 100% felt alone until about 8 months after when I finally started letting people comfort and help me. Still, I felt as though I was living my experience alone, because no one can live the pain for me.
With Mufassa, I had just begun to heal from Reptar. But the difference was I was already familiar with grief. I leaned heavily on my husband, therapist and support people RIGHT away, so I wouldn't have a chance to feel alone and throw up walls. Also, those people knew to show up right away because they knew how his death would impact me. That was the first time in my life I have not truly felt alone in the face of trauma. But still, I felt like I had just started treading water with my head above the waves in a storm....and then someone pushed my head under to suffocate me.
Did you find anything that helped with your grief? ***I answered this one a couple of different ways.***
1.) This is a hard one to answer, because the most honest answer for me is TIME. I wish I had additional advice or words of comfort. But for me, I continuously allow myself to feel HOWEVER I am feeling (mainly sad, angry, distant) and make sure I acknowledge and express those emotions instead of ignoring them. And especially make sure I do not shame myself for however I am feeling. Therapy has aided me greatly. My therapist has never once shamed me or belittled my feelings about the loss of my pets and is an outlet for me to just share my feelings and help guide my healing. I also count the Pet Loss Support group as a "Group Therapy", because we get to talk about our pets and share in the pain we all felt so alone in feeling. But the only thing that has truly ever made me feel better, has been time. The emotions are a little "less" powerful and a little "less" painful. I can acknowledge my memories with a few less tears and a little more joy. Everything else is more like a bandaid for a knife wound.
2.) Talking. Do not silence yourself and do not silence your emotions. Whatever you are feeling is valid, regardless of what someone else might tell you. I talked to my support group, my therapist, my husband, my friends, my other cats (no they did not answer) and most importantly I continued to talk to Reptar and Mufassa. Believing that their spirits are still with me has been a big comfort. Talking both acknowledges my pain and keeps their memories alive.
NOT shaming. Not shaming yourself for how you're feeling. Thinking you should "feel better" after all this time? No shame. Everyones stories is different. I have to remind myself of this daily. Talking with people who have had similar experiences and struggles has been INCREADIBLY helpful. It validates that I am not alone in being 3+ years since Reptar has died and still grieving. It helps keep the shame at bay.
I've also journaled my memories of them so they will not fade over time. Whenever I want to visit them, they are right there. Where I can access them without the anxiety of worrying if I'll forget details.
I have Reptars ashes in a necklace I bought off of etsy and wear it everywhere. That way he still goes wherever I do since he was my shadow. And I have tattoos for both of them, on my arms where I can see them daily. Mufassas is a portrait so that he "is always taking a nap and cuddling with me". Which was his favorite place to be. These memorializations help me keep them with me daily and represent a physical impact they had on my life.
How are you doing today?
I've changed. I'm okay, but I am changed. My cats were/are a huge part of my healing journey from past trauma. So losing them was like losing a part of my healing. I didn't realize how much they were a part of my identity and stability until I started losing them (talk about opening a can of worms!). I'm fearful for the 2 I have left of my original 4 Gingers. I had to leave the veterinary field due to the exposure to animal illness and the anxiety it induced in me. I almost feel like my happy bubble of me and my 4 cats was burst with Reptars traumatic death. Regardless, I am alive and I am capable. My grief will never leave me, but I am learning to adapt. Afterall, I am only this impacted because I got to share and experience incredible bonds with both Reptar and Mufassa. Those bonds I wouldn't trade for anything.