The grief is real. One thing I hate to hear is "Its just a dog". No it's not just a dog. He's a big part of my family. He loves me despite any flaws. Unconditionally. One day I'll be in heaven. Maybe God will explain to me why they can't live as long as we do. Maybe it's because there will always be another one who needs us. You can't change the world but you can change one dog's world.
I hate those bolded words. "It's just a dog/cat/other animal."
No, they're not. You make positive memories with them, you play with them, they trust you, and they're not pets; they're a part of your life, a part of your family. My golden retriever, Granger, was my very first friend as a young autistic toddler. My Maine Coon/Russian Blue, Phoenix, was a cat I named, and I was one of the rare people he trusted.
Hell, I grieved the loss of one of the rats I had cared for, one of two sisters named Lightning and Thunder, who always were excited to see me whenever I went to the house to see them and interact with them (technically, they were my brother's rats, but they were always closer to me than him), and I cared for a bunny named Bolt when his owner (my sister) was moved to Utah, even though he mostly stayed at my folks' house.
And now Fane (Labradoodle) and Destiny (gray tabby cat) are part of my inner circle as well, even though I can't see them all the time. They're family to me, and I love them as much as I loved Granger and Phoenix.
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hate it when people say that those animals are "just animals" or "just pets". If you make positive memories with them when you have them, they're a part of your family.