- 3 years ago
- Wedding: April 2018
One of my oldest and best friends has been through the wringer lately, after a near miss with their marriage splitting up, she and her husband had just reconciled after a nasty fight and were starting to get some traction in that department when her dog, her 13 year old, super, crazy awesome dog passed away.
One of the things that we’ve always had in common was our love of animals, and this one was no exception, she’d been through hell and back with that dog and his noble heart just finally gave out last week. 13 years is a good run and I have been through their passing many times in my own life, its so terribly hard to let them go and adjust to life without them in it.
The thing is, she’s taking it SO hard, barely able to get to work, can’t stop crying, keeps falling apart over and over again….her husband called Mr. 99 and asked if they could go shooting on Sunday, he’s just got to get out of the house because she’s so terribly broken up about it and cannot be consoled, I think he feels useless.
She keeps saying how lonely she is, how no one understood her like this dog…..I don’t know about you, and I’m a dog lover, but I certainly wouldn’t put the company or affection of one of the 99 Boys above that of my husband….hearing that from her has got to make him feel like dirt….and he’s really trying to hold it together for her and be strong…
I limped Mr. 99 through the loss of his 14 year old Golden, a freakin awesome animal in every respect, luckily he wasn’t our only pooch…that helps, but once you have three, two seems soo…boring….I had just about had it with him after six weeks, the final straw was me coming home from a long day at work, to find him drunk in our living room, with two dog bowls of beer for the Pyrenese and the Greyhound, crying his eyes out at Old Yeller……
A woman has got to do what she’s got to do….I went up to the kitchen, looked around for a moment and had a flash of genius….I broke one of our dinner plates to peices on the floor, knowing he’d have to go to Crate and Barrel to replace it and quite aware of the pet shop next door to it…..having left about a grand in cash that I just “found” for him to shop and have fun with…he came home with a yellow lab puppy that we named Brock and that was the end of that….
But in this case I don’t know what to do….we’re getting together while the men go shooting, I’m so tempted to verbally slap her across the face and tell her to buck up and get on down the road, but at the same time I feel badly for her because I’ve been where she is, just handled it in a totally different way.
So Bees I ask you, when does sorrow become self indulgent and what, if anything could I do to help cheer her up?