Grief Is Different For Everyone

My parents dogs, Mikey and Rosie, died just a couple of years prior to my dad’s passing.  Mikey was the first to pass and that was the first time I ever saw my father really, openly, cry. Dad buried Mikey in their backyard and put a statue of a dog that looked just like Mikey on top of Mikey’s grave. Rosie, Mikey’s long time girlfriend, was so broken-hearted and missed Mikey so badly, she would go out and sit on Mikey’s grave and cry. That was when I knew animals grieve too. Within a few months of Mikey’s passing, Rosie passed too. Mom and dad always said Rosie died of a broken heart grieving for Mikey.

Dad said he didn’t want any more dogs, but mom thought having another dog would help dad get past his grief of losing Mikey. She kept insisting they go look for another dog, and within a few months, they adopted Beau. Beau is a beautiful, cream-colored cockapoo with the most beautiful long eyelashes I have ever seen that curl up to the top of his head. In fact, when he gets groomed, they always trim his eyelashes a little bit which was OK with dad, but would always upset mom. Now, Beau, is a strange little dog that LOVES his stuffed toys. I mean he REALLY LOVES his stuffed toys!! Mom bought him a frog, that had a chip in it, and when the frogs’ tummy is pushed, the frog would make croaking noises. Beau had been neutered, but that didn’t help his “urges”. He learned to get his frog up under him and he would have his way with the frog making it croak for long periods of time…Mom and dad thought that was the funniest thing they ever saw, and would in fact encourage Beau to spend time with his frog friend.

When mom came to live with me, of course Beau came too. We have a cat, Carmen, and she had never been outside or around dogs. All the sudden Carmen’s whole world was turned upside down as she had to adjust to having this strange creature living in her domain. Beau, on the other hand, was not one bit shy about making himself right at home. In fact, he had no problem having his way with his frog right in front of Carmen, much to Carmen’s horror! Carmen would hear the frog croaking, croaking, croaking, but she didn’t know what it was. So, she would tear down the hall to mom’s room, jump on the bed, hang over the edge and watch Beau humping his frog, then look up at me for reassurance that what she was seeing was in fact really happening. Now, I have a real PORN show going on every day, sometimes several times a day, right in my own Christian home! When I told mom she needed to talk to the Vet about Beau’s behavior, she cried and said “he is just stressed from missing dad”  and told me Beau was grieving too.That was the first time I ever heard of a dog using that kind of behavior to deal with grief! Now, I’m starting to think perhaps I need grief counseling too, or more wine. I opted for the wine!

Next: Witness Protection Program!

5 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Ellen Kaufman
    Mar 03, 2012 @ 20:41:47

    That post had so many feelings lumped into it. I realize now how much your Mom and Dad loved their dogs, now that Harvey and I have ours. They really become part of the family. Harvey is more like your Dad and Mom with the animals. I love our dogs, but haven’t got to the point like your Mom with her dog and the ice cream. Harvey will really miss his dog when his time comes to pass. It is a black Lab and is very devoted to us and so protective and our other dog is a little cute mix benji type dog, that we got at the animal shelter and he is a lap dog and is so loveable.
    Anyway it was nice reading and I love the humor in it too.


    • beyondcinderella
      Mar 04, 2012 @ 12:50:15

      Thanks for responding Aunt Ellen. Yes, there are just as many funny stories connected to our family as there are sad so I guess it all balances out in the end! Love you, Cindy


  2. Gotham Girl
    Mar 04, 2012 @ 02:18:13

    I love that story about Beau! So funny! And yes, it is so true that grief is different for everyone. I’ll take wine therapy any day of the week! xoxo


  3. Megs
    Mar 05, 2012 @ 19:19:17

    I will take wine or martini therapy any day of the week.


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