my cousin shari is a veterinarian and dear to me. she is so sweet, and it's natural that she would be helping animals and animal people. i praise her heart here.
we were writing about divorce. i told her dogs save my life.
Oh
believe me I understand when you say the dogs saved your life. I have
had many people tell me the same thing. And I've seen the converse: when
the animal dies the human loses their will to live. I have had people
tell me (as I'm euthanizing their dog) that the dog is their best
friend. That the dog is all they have to live for. That they don't want
to live without the dog. That they want me to give the shot to them
too....
I
think even generations later those wounds are still present. My great
grandparents were divorced (which must have been super unusual for that
age.) Grandma Connie's father left for another woman and started a new
family. Grandma's half brother (from that second marriage) just died a
couple of years ago and I could tell that Mom still carried that hurt
and resentment on behalf of her mother, 8 decades later. Grandma's half
brother got all the love (and financial resources) from the father and
poor Grandma was just lost. Her Dad moved to the other side of the
country and she only lived with him for short vacations after that.
When she grew up she got into a bad marriage with my grandpa and of
course that ended in divorce too. Although that divorce didn't result in
a new family with "replacement" kids. I think that is a whole new
trauma that affects kids on a totally different level. I suspect that
my mom was in part attracted to Dad just because he was so stable. And
her top priority was to have some stability in her life.
Anyway,
all that to say that I could well imagine having that kind of family
fracturing would lead to some serious trust issues for the kids
involved. love and hugs - S
it started with a cat here for me. walking the cat i found the dogs, so i
credit the cat for that. and now renate has two cats and i love them,
one is kind of hers and the other, the boy, is kind of mines. and he's like a dog.
i've
been thinking of when copper dies. he's so alive inside me i feel i
will die too. i've actually thought of asking for the injection myself.
but i tell others the only way out is on, to the next dog that needs and
is needed by you.
*i'm not sure what to include and what not from email. maybe it's not interesting or useful to others. maybe it's my own stuff. if i had an editor what would my editor include? but i am my editor, so i can't differ to the editor, i mean defer. and i must admit the strong possibility that i am an awful editor. [ed.]
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