|Astrid - Our elusive Calico (photo by @cbruntlett)|
In my lifetime, I have lost pets before. Our family cat when I was little eventually reached old age and time took its toll. When I was seventeen, our family became the owners of a gorgeous husky, who sadly, when he was little more than six, developed Cancer that was untreatable. In both these cases, I had long left home when our pets had to be euthanized, so while I was certainly sad, I was so removed from the situation. So when the decision was made this time around, I didn't quite know how to deal with it. I knew that my children should get to say goodbye, but how much would they understand, and should they be in the room when she passed.
In the end, my husband and I decided it wouldn't be a good idea for them to be in the room, but they did get to play with her before. Our eldest did seem sad, but I think because we had talked to her beforehand, she had maybe just accepted what was happening and had already had her cry. Our son, while seeming to understand what was happening, didn't appear to show any emotional connection to what was going on. He pet her, and said goodbye, and pouted a little, but once he left the room, was content and happy to play with the other kitties. So as worried as I was for them, they were actually more capable of dealing with the loss than I was. It made me jealous of the ability of children to just accept and move on, wishing I could do the same. But then, they're kids, and understanding the gravity of death is still such a foreign concept, and I'm happy for them to hold on to that innocence for as long as possible.
|One last cuddle (photo by @cbruntlett)|