Your Pet Loss Diaries

Dec 6, 2009

by Leah

When I woke up this morning I looked over to the table beside my bed and saw the candle that I had lit for Bear a little more than 24 hours ago, still going strong.

I don't know what happened when I slept but a felt a lot better, and when I thought about Bear I felt more happy than sad about his life. I'm confused though because I'm not sure what stage of grief I'm at.

But anyways when I got up to look around to see who was up, I saw my dad in his usual spot watching TV, and as I passed the front door, I looked over. Bear sometimes sat there and it was something I used to do when I got up during weekends. I knew Bear had been put down yesterday but it was out of habit.

It's so silent in the house, my mom's in her room, my brothers are in their room, I'm in mine. The only normal thing is my dad watching TV. It may seem like he doesn't care but I know that Bear's death affected him the most. Bear was my dad's shadow and Bear had the most love for my dad than anyone in this world can give him.

I don't know what to expect when I go to school tomorrow and tell my friends that we had to put him down. I didn't even tell them he was sick.

I'll write about how it goes tomorrow.