Would have, should have, could have. How often have we
said those words in our lives? I myself have said them too many times. Tell me
one person who hasn’t? Grief in and of itself is all consuming but compiled
with regret it can make you physically ill. When letting go of a pet, it’s
normal to have deep regrets. It’s an enormous decision to end a life, even when
you know that life is suffering and coming to an end on its own. If only they
could tell us with no uncertainty, “I’m ready!” Because they can’t, even though
we know in our hearts they can’t possibly take any more…some will always
question that decision.
I myself am of the belief that when a pet cannot walk
any more, cannot go to the bathroom, breathe well, etc., it’s time. That’s
actually how I knew it was my cat Patches’ time. She couldn’t hold her bowels, was
stumbling and looked just plain awful. The needle was barely inside her and she
was gone. So yes, she was ready. Do I have some regrets? Yes, I do. There were
things we should have and could have done while she was alive to better care
for her. I was young and didn’t know there were signs. We also didn't know
what we know now about proper nutrition and the diseases that senior kitties
are prone to. But regardless of that, at 20 years old it was her time. And we
gave her a long and happy life.
With Alex it was different because she died on her own
and it was a shock. Even though she had been sick, she was doing well. I didn’t
even have a chance to get her to the ER, she died in the car on the way there.
I have PLENTY of regrets where that is concerned and that will most likely
haunt me the rest of my life. Even though I know in my heart I did the very
best I could for her through her illness, I still have doubts and regrets. My
vet even told me she thought I was the best kitty parent she’d ever met and
that I went above and beyond for her. It’s still not enough for me to stop that
feeling, it’ll always be there, buried inside.
Blaming ourselves is normal and part of the grieving
process. Sometimes that part never goes away completely but we learn to live
with it or let it go. We have to in order to move forward. This is how we learn
of what to do and what not to do next time around. And most of us DO learn
those hard lessons. Think of it this way; if we weren’t good pet parents would
we even care how good a life they have or if they went peacefully when it’s
their time? Not at all. But instead of giving ourselves that moment of solace,
we torment ourselves with “what ifs”. In order to love that deeply and
strongly, we need to suffer for it. Why that is, I don’t know. It’s just the
laws of the universe. But we are blessed with giant hearts and wide open arms
that will yet welcome more fur balls into our lives. We cannot live without
them and from what I’ve seen of most of my friends, their fur children lead the
best lives possible with the greatest care.
Grieve! Do not deny your broken heart the chance to
scream out in agony. Because that’s what it is when we love and lose them;
sheer agony. But do not wade too long in that sea of regret or it’ll swallow
you up. And your heart needs to mend for the next furry one that enters your
life. Love yourself and give yourself permission to feel awful! But know you
are a terrific parent and making yourself sick over regrets and what ifs will
not change that they are gone. A fragile and broken heart should not be beaten
to its core but treated as if it were a beautiful vase that can and will be
mended. Even with a few cracks here and there, eventually it’ll hold the life
of blooming flowers again.