What Most People Don’t Get About Pet Loss
Heart truth on why losing a pet is so hard.
About two weeks ago, I received a phone call that my beloved childhood cat, Cookie, was going to die by euthanization.
I remember the day we got him — my eighth birthday — he was pacing frantically behind the bars of a pet shop cage and meowing excitedly, brushing himself up against the bars at every turnabout he made. He was an adorable little black and white cat. When we were trying to pick out his name, my sister and I (forever obsessed with sugary treats and dessert) suggested Oreo. My mom said, “No… there are too many black and white cats named Oreo.” So, we settled on the best compromise two elementary-schoolers could think of: “Cookie.”
Cookie, for the next eighteen years of his life, served as a source of laughter, comfort, entertainment, company and (occasionally) headache for our family. His death came as no surprise to me — my family and I have been talking about it abstractly for three years now — but when it finally happened, it was still hard. And yes, heartbreaking.
