Well, I’ve had some conversations today about how the death of pets affects us.

A guy who I see on a regular basis, Pete, has a frequent visit from his neighbours dog … a beagle … a rather friendly dog with an enormous personality. Well, over the last few years this dog has spent more time at my friends place, that she did with her owner…she even barked at us when we would arrive in the car to visit.

A few months back I received a call from another one of our friends to tell me that the little dog had been run over by a truck and killed. Even before I phoned to see how Pete was doing, I knew how devastated he would be feeling. This loss probably effected him as much as if a relative had died.

Grief and loss really affects people in such different ways … I am even aware that women who suffer a miscarriage may grieve each year for the loss of that unborn baby …. and a father may grieve just as much.

The subject of pets is an interesting one … they love us unconditionally and accept us the way we are … something that many people wish for. So it has made me think about my pets – and I have had many over the years. Several of my businesses involved animal breeding, Samoyed and Labrador dogs, Persian cats and even rabbits (both as pets and for consumption).

My favourite dog (Sasha) died while giving birth to her final litter of pups. I will always remember the way she looked at me just seconds before her soul left her body … that vivid memory remains with me, and I think, always will.

I hadn’t thought much about how Sasha’s death REALLY effected me until the last few days … I have not had pets since. I guess it touched me more than I was willing to admit. Anyway, in memory of a wonderful friend, who loved and accepted me just as I am, I am posting this pic that looks just like Sasha – thanks for the fantastic memories.


The Death Of Our Favourite Pets


Elizabeth Richardson currently lives on The Gold Coast Of Australia and is a mother, teacher and author of the International Best Seller 500 Confessions. Elizabeth worked as a Professional Counselor, has trained to lead Group Therapy Workshops , studied Strategic Intervention with Anthony Robbins and Cloé Madanes and is a certified Rebirth Practitioner (Australian Institute Of Rebirthing). These days Elizabeth enjoys a life of total luxury but still plays as a writer professional photographer and web designer. Her passion for living, loving and laughing, remains at the forefront of her focus.

2 thoughts on “The Death Of Our Favourite Pets

  • April 13, 2008 at 1:47 pm

    Gosh, Elizabeth….how your post about your beloved Sasha has triggered my memories of my beloved Zoe and Edwina Rose (Ted). I/We loved them as if they were our children and when they perished in our house fire, I really wondered how I would live without them! Only someone who has loved and lost an adored pet could understand my profound grief! But unlike you, and others who I have known to lose a dearly loved pet, I just had to get some more wee dogs because Zoe and Teddy had opened up my heart so much, I was terrified I would close down and never be able to have any more. They are not relacements for Z & T…good heavens, they were irreplaceable…..but dear, sweet ‘little people’ of their own…..AND luckily for us, they are both granddaughters of Z & T who were mother and daughter…!!!!

  • April 13, 2008 at 1:49 pm

    Dog’s Purpose, from a 4-year-old.

    Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish Wolfhound named Belker. The dog’s owners, Ron, his wife, Lisa, and their little boy, Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping for a miracle. I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we couldn’t do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.

    As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for four-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt Shane might learn something from the experience.

    The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker’s family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away. The little boy seemed to accept Belker’s transition without any difficulty or confusion.

    We sat together for a while after Belker’s death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives. Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, “I know why.”

    Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I’d never heard a more comforting explanation.

    He said, “People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life – like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?” The four-year-old continued, “Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don’t have to stay as long.”

    Remember, if a dog was the teacher you would learn stuff like:

    When loved ones come home, always run to greet them. Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride. Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy. Take naps. Stretch before rising. Run, romp, and play daily. Thrive on attention and let people touch you. Avoid biting when a simple growl will do. On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass. On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree. When you’re happy, dance around and wag your entire body. Delight in the simple joy of a long walk. Eat with gusto and enthusiasm. Stop when you have had enough. Be loyal. Never pretend to be something you’re not. If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it. When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle them gently.

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