Healing the Pain of Losing a Pet
April 6, 2016
by Kim Childs, CPPC
Last fall, I was awakened one night by the insistent paw of my cat Sweet Pea, who was eager to head out on her nocturnal adventures. I followed her to the door, where she hesitated, as she sometimes did when the cold air hit her nose.

“You want to go out? Go!” I said, impatiently nudging her so I could close the door and go back to bed.
I didn’t know it was the last time I would see her alive.
When Sweet Pea didn’t appear for breakfast and our morning cuddle, I set out to post notices and photos online and around the neighborhood. After a sleepless and agonizing week, and several false leads involving look-alike cats, I shouted to the heavens, “I need to know!”
The next morning, I discovered that my beloved little fur baby had been killed by another animal.
My anguish and anger kicked off a long spell of grieving. I took my cat’s death personally, and I took it hard. What I’ve since learned is that these are not uncommon responses. So many people who hear my story shake their heads in sympathy, recalling their own deep pain upon losing a pet.
“It’s been years, and I’m still not over it,” is something I heard from more than one person.
“The loss of an animal companion is incredibly painful,” says Aruni Nan Futuronsky, a teacher and coach at the Kripalu Center for Yoga and Health. “They live so deeply inside our hearts. Free from the complications of human relationships, the unconditional love and companionship they offer us is magically bonding, and losing those connections is truly heartbreaking.”
Our animal companions mark our daily routines, Futuronsky notes, and our care for them is intimately woven into the fabric of our lives. We conveniently forget that we will most likely outlive them as we develop deep bonds with these affectionate, innocent creatures who ask so little and forgive us everything.
While we don’t typically get bereavement days for the death of a pet, and not everyone will understand our need to mourn, Futuronsky says we can heal by being true to our feelings and finding safe places to share them. “After my dog Lucy passed, I asked people to send me their remembrances of her, and I received pictures and memories,” she recalls. “My reaching out to others was supportive.”
I held a backyard memorial service for Sweet Pea, with neighbors who loved her. We sipped cider as we shared stories of her antics, and we sprinkled catnip on her grave to say goodbye…and thanks. I also received touching condolence cards from friends and clients, and a surprise bouquet of flowers from the elderly couple next door who wrote that they, too, were “heartbroken over the loss of such a delightful soul.”
The traumatic death of my cat came on the heels of my divorce and several other family losses and challenges over the past two years. This compounded and complicated my grief, as I learned from helpful and validating books and blogs on the particular pain of losing a pet.
Dr. Becky Schoenberg, a Boston-area veterinarian who focuses on end-of-life care for pets, says people who’ve lost animal companions need permission to grieve, a community of people who understand, good self-care, and memorial objects or ceremonies that honor the special relationship.
“Over and over, I hear people say, ‘This sounds silly, but I’ve never cried this much over a human loss,’” says Schoenberg. “I think their grief is sometimes accompanied by a sense of guilt or culpability, even when the animal’s suffering is completely out of their control. There’s something about the responsibility we feel for pets, and the ways in which we’re their source of everything, that makes it so hard to face their loss.”
Allowing ourselves to retreat from the intensity of these feelings, with such healthy distractions as good movies, friends, and recreation, is another important strategy for healing. It’s also helpful to remind ourselves that the pain will lessen in time.
Still, there might be moments—passing a pet store, seeing a photo, or discovering a chew toy under the chair—that trigger tears. It’s just part of the unpredictable nature of grief, and reflective of the love that was shared. I recently had one such moment while watching the movie I’ll See You in My Dreams, as the character played by Sam Elliot consoled Blythe Danner’s character, who had just euthanized her dog.
“It’s hard to lose somebody, no matter how many legs they have,” he said. “It just leaves a big hole.”
Indeed, these small creatures leave enormous holes when they’re gone, and indelible paw prints on our hearts. Our role, once their time with us is over, is to honor those relationships in ways that best serve and heal us. While there will definitely be another cat in my life, there will never be another Sweet Pea. I’m grateful she chose me, and for the time we had together.
Kim Childs, CPPC, is a Certified Life and Career Coach specializing in Positive Psychology, Creativity, and Midlife Transitions. Click here to learn more and schedule an initial consultation.
2 Comments
Diane Pienta
April 7, 2016
hey Miss Kim – such a great post, and I am so sorry about Sweet Pea. My sweet dog Betel died 4 years ago now, and I still miss her. At breakfast, I would make a medium boiled egg for myself but didn’t really like the egg whites, so would put give them to her (which she absolutely loved). Still now, every time I eat an egg I look around for Betel to give the egg whites to. We love our pets so much that we love them even knowing they will likely break our hearts by leaving before we do.
Linda
November 8, 2019
First, in regard to eggs(!) this is what I wrote to a friend about my very energetic rescued tabby, Sweetie Dude: “When I used to think that I just had to get rid of my spirited cat, couldn’t take another 3am wake-up walk around my head, etc., I used to think of Marilyn’s song, “One less bell to answer, one less egg to fry…” and I would immediately realize how much I loved the Dude, how I would miss him if he were gone. Anyway, we’re still together…!” I never comprehended what an amazing companion a cat (or dog, or perhaps any kind of pet) could be. The solace, the huge laughs, fun, and on and on can’t be measured, are invaluable. Every day I take pics and sometimes little videos from my phone.
My partner (soon to be husband) also has a rescued tabby, one who also comforted him through some tough times, named, Bubba; he’s 17 years. It took us about three months to get them friendly with each other, and to my surprise and dismay, it was the Dude who caused trouble–and in general–turned out to be the alpha bully of the neighborhood. Now they sleep together, lick each other, etc.
As I read about Sweet Pea, well, your writing brought tears to my eyes. I am SOOOOO sorry to hear this, even as it’s several years after the fact. We do know they will probably go first, before us. It’s such a huge love. I didn’t question that I loved my partner because I loved him in the same way as I love my cat; the CAT was how I could confirm. Thank you for another inspirational essay.