Am I Wrong To Compare?, death of a human to a furry freind Options

[k9pal]

I was just on the post written by meowltd about a remark made to her by a friend. Reading that post was like throwing wood on a already burning fire. Let me start by summarizing a story. A friend of mine lost her husband tragically due to an accident a year ago. I was there for her constantly and continuously through out. Most of the closest people to her work during the day except me. I was her constant companion, her sympathetic shoulder to cry on. I know being alone is know good when you lose someone close. That is when your mind and heart turn on you and you sink deeper end deeper into depression. She was so depressed and she didn't want to be alone, nor did I want her to be so we spent alot of time together. I didn't mind I know I helped her through one of the toughest times in her life. But know I'm resentful. I lost my furbaby and where is she? Where is the support? Ya, she called me once or twice while he was sick. She called me on the worst day of my life. The same day that I had to bring my baby to the vet, his last day. Before I found someone to help me. I told her how I couldn't get into contact with my sister, how she was suppose to help me bring my dog to the vet. I can't get Max to the vet by myself he's to heavy, He won't go outside and I can't carry him by myself I told her. She said she would help but bla..,bla.., bla..! Thank God my sister called me back. My friend called me after Max was gone to say she was sorry and I know that she was sincere but I don't think she sympathizes with me. Like my grief is minimum compared to hers. I'm depressed, I feel empty, I feel like my heart has been ripped out of me, I'm going through the worse grief of my life. Occurances of every day activities remind me of my baby and make me miss him more and more. Why is his death and the emotions I feel any different from lossing a human. Why because he was a animal ? Love is love, and I loved him. He's gone and I'm grieving and nobody is there for me. That's the difference when you lose a human you have so much support, when you lose a furbaby you don't. I know I shouldn't compare the death of her husband with my furbaby. I'm just trying to sort through my feelings. I just wish that she would of been there for me like I was for her. Sorry I'm rambling on I'm having one of those bad weeks and I wouldn't dare confront my friend about how I feel. Because I know that she is still grieving and if she helped me with my grief it would only remind her of her own. So sorry, you guys and gals are stuck with me . So thanks for the shoulder.

[k9pal]

Thank's everyone for your support and advice regarding this topic. I came to the conclusion that I shouldn't harbor any resentment towards people who were not suportive to me during my time of grief. How can they support me when they don't understand it.Thinking about this subject reminded me of my lack of understanding during my childhood days. Their was a lady who was known as cat lady when I was younger. She had alot of cats and we all thought that she was crazy. Everytime we walked bye her house she would be outside in her yard talking to them. She would say things like I told you guys to be more careful one of these days your going to hurt yourselves as they tangled their ropes together that she attached to the closeline. She would be out there scolding them if they socialized with the wildcats that lived in the alley by her house. When we would say hi to her she would tell us about her cats what this and that one did. She would warn us about the wildcats and to chase them away from her yard if we saw them. Once out of her sight we would laugh and joke about her.. But at the same time I felt sorry for her I thought wow she must be so lonely. I didn't understand that special bond with furbabies. I now know that she wasn't crazy and that she had all the love in the world .She wasn't lonely at all because she had her furbabies. The irony is that some people must look at me now and think wow she's nuts because of the way that I go on and on about my furbaby. How I talked and treated him as if he were human. But you know what I could care less because I 'm the one who had the privledge and honor of recieving his love and I wouldn't trade that for the world.So to all the misunderstanding people I forgive you because I once was naive to. To all you furbaby mommy's and daddy's I apoligize for the ignorance of my youth.