It’s been a week since, and I thought to update everyone how things have been on the pet side of things.
I’m still sad, but I think many of my friends have comforted me. I have had people to talk to, and other friends who have also lost pets have grieved alongside in the past few days. I personally think that just being able to share about my sadness and to have people understand it was greatly comforting.
I think one of the first things that gave me the most comfort was the funeral. I wasn’t in attendance of course, but the aunty next door showed me the pictures of the funeral. I saw how well loved Junah was taken care of, and I really felt a certain sense of peace and rest. It was really a lot more mentally for me to let go of. I could just see her resting, and then there was a cremation, but it seemed peaceful in that sense still? I’ve been for so many cremations, that I think life just happens that way for sure. But it was still comforting to see the ceremony before they cremated her. I still cried, but at least there was comfort in the passing.
Over the week, I’ve been more concerned for the uncle next door. He’s not very mobile, so it takes some effort for him to move around. He only goes out of the house for hospital visits, and Junah was really his best friend for the past nine years. I’ve been feeling his sadness the most now.
I was worried that he might not have had a time to talk it out, to just say whatever was on his heart, so I actually made quite a bit of effort to stick my head there and ask him if things were okay.
Junah used to bark at every single one that walked by their house, including Clarice and myself. This really gave some sort of life to the house, and also gave him a sense of activity. So I commented to the uncle that our houses have been so quiet with her gone. He reminded me that she would bark, and then run out of the house to hang out at my house every time I came home. It still pains me a bit to type this part of the story out, because it was really as if Junah had two houses for the past three years. I feel as if I’ve had a pet dog over the past three years too.
Uncle shared about how he took care of Junah at the start, and how he had cared for her through and through. There were other things we ended up talking about, but I told him that I’ve been praying for him this whole time. I wanted him to know that I also know how he feels, because I feel similar. I am sure he feels it so much more, but hopefully knowing that I share that little bit with him would help him find some little bit of comfort too.
Anyway, tonight, one of their son’s dogs has come for a short stay over – her name is Coco, and she is a very cute poodle. Hopefully that helps Uncle for tonight. I had my time with Bobby (my family dog) and I’m sure that helped me in a large way too.
Although, I am really not looking forward to Bobby’s passing. It will be hard for all of us for sure.
Thanks for caring everyone, it truly means the world to me.