Losing a pet…or a lost pet?
The difference is profound.
Sweet Jessica Rabbit Stern opened a whole new world for me. I never knew I could love a rabbit so much until she came into our lives. She began as a foster, but last September, when Howard and I realized how much she was part of our lives and how deeply bonded she and Cocomelon were, we made her an official member of the Stern family.
Above left, Jessica Rabbit and Cocomelon were the sweetest of friends.
At right is Howard’s beautiful watercolor of Jessica.
Then suddenly, on July 1, we had to rush her to the emergency vet where we learned she had an underlying health issue. She didn’t suffer. And it was quick. But she is gone forever, and we are beyond devastated. I know Jessica felt love from every direction and I am so grateful for that. In fact, if love alone could have saved her, she would have lived forever. It broke our hearts to say goodbye, but even though we grieve every day, we know what happened to her, and being by her side when it happened was a sad blessing.
Then there’s the other kind of pet loss, which sends shivers down my spine just thinking about it.
Although it’s impossible to quote a definite number, it’s estimated that as many as 10 million pets go missing every year in this country. And the worst day of the year is July 4. It’s easy to see why. Just think of all the booming fireworks, the flashes, the whistling, the tons of distractions, people going in and out of doors, carrying trays of food, and maybe drinking too much. It’s a recipe for disaster. And long after the booming and whistling have stopped, the aftereffects for millions of people will last a long, heartbreaking time, and normal will never be the same.
We’ve all seen the posters…Please help us find our beloved lost cat/dog!…with the photos that tear at your heartstrings. And it can happen to even the most responsible people. Just a split second of distraction, the tiniest mistake, and everything changes.
Thanks to microchips and social media, many families are reunited with their lost pets. And you’ve no doubt read accounts of pets finding their way home even after many years. But microchips and Facebook are no guarantee, and despite all the posters, media posts, doorbell ringing, scent dragging, and everything else you can think of, many people never know what happened to their lost pet. And the guilt, blaming, and worry are terrible.
There’s a term for this open-ended grief: Experts call it “ambiguous grief,” and of course, it would be the same for a lost or missing person. Where is she? Does he blame me and wonder why I don’t help him? Did someone take her in? Is he safe? Cold? Wet? Hungry? Scared? Hurt? Did she die alone?
Without a chance to say goodbye, the anger and emotional pain are immense, and the rollercoaster of hope/despair/hope/despair is stressful and exhausting, making closure feel impossible.
But as with any form of grief, time; support from friends, family, and professionals; plus, learning to make peace with life’s ambiguities can help bring about healing.
It will also be a comfort to remember that you did everything you could to prevent this from happening in the first place. My colleagues at North Shore Animal League America have put together useful tip sheets on lost pet prevention and related summertime topics:
Help Keep Your Pets Safe this Fourth of July
Summer Safety Tips
Keep Cool With Your Pets
My clever partners at NSALA have also come up with a new summer holiday that’s taken off in recent years, with “birthday pawties” and special adoption events all over the country. It’s called “DOGust 1st” and is defined as the Universal Birthday for Shelter Dogs. Naturally, it’s celebrated on the first day of August and promises that all dogs, even those without a known birth date, have a day of their own to celebrate!
So in honor of “DOGust 1st,” here are three adult dogs now waiting at Animal League America to celebrate their forever future birthdays in loving new homes. Maybe yours?
I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting these next two adults, but my partners tell me they are wonderful. Here’s some of what they say about these good dogs. Please visit their profile pages to learn how you can meet them.
So, on July 8, we made her an official member of the Stern family. We have a sort of rule: If you’re here a year or longer, you become a Stern.
But something about that smug smile on her face says she may have bamboozled me all along, playing hard to get for all those months just so she could be my lap cat!
I love you, Miss P!
xo
Beth