Time heals the loss of a pet
It has been 5 years now since my Yorkshire Terrier Holly had to be put down because of cancer. I can now write about it still teary eyed
I began to notice slight bumps on her belly and brought her to the vet. She was only 9 years old. I knew in my heart something was very wrong. The veterinarian told me it was cancer and the tears just started to flow. He told me I would know when it was time to put her to sleep. It was two months before Christmas 2000. I started to notice her eating less and not very active. As the days and weeks went on I knew it was time. I will never forget that sad and hopeless feeling I had and did not want to let go.
Christmas day 2000, I knew it was time. I knew I had to bring her the following day. The sadness overwhelmed me that Christmas Day. My little Holly was living her last day. I remember comforting her any way I could. She was no longer eating. My daughter and I just held her in our arms and cried.
I remember waking up the next day calling the veterinarian and letting them know I will be bringing her in. Our family all went and I remember sitting in the back seat with her in a blanket and just could not comprehend what I was about to do. We sat in the office, Holly still in my arms. They wanted to know if we wanted to be with her while she was put to sleep. I had to stay with her and comfort her and hold her and let her know she will be ok.
Within 1 second of the IV going in she was fast asleep. I held her and just told her how sorry I am and that she will be ok in doggy heaven. I just could not control my hurt and tears. I finally had to let go of her and watched the veterinarian take her. The hardest moment, I lost my little best friend.
Holly was my first dog we brought into our family. I always grew up with pets but never was the main caretaker. Holly looked to me for everything. She was a wonderful dog.
I had her cremated and she is still with us today. She lived a great life and was dearly loved by my children. It was their first dog and pet. The first year was very hard on me. I would cry occasionally thinking about her. As time moved on it has gotten easier. I do have another Yorkshire Terrier and Shih-Tzu. As they say “Time heals all wounds” is true. It might take some longer than others. I believe time is the only healing process to cope with the loss of a pet.
I truly am an animal lover just like my mom and daughter. I wouldn't have it any other way.
Coming home to a pet that accepts us for who we are and loves us unconditionally may be a source of comfort and joy.If you have a pet I am sure you can relate. Dogs truly can be our little "best friends".