It is just as difficult for me to lose a beloved animal friend as it is for anyone else.
I often hear from folks that it must be easier for me to say goodbye because I can communicate with my animals.
Oh no, that's not the case.
The older I get, the more it affects me and the harder it becomes.
A loss is a loss.
There is pain involved and absolutely no shortcuts even for me.
My grief is just like yours.
It's so hard to lose them.
Biggie Smalls found me about ten years ago as a stray here at my home in Elk, Washington. I first noticed him lingering around my barn as there was food, water, and warm blankets out there.
He was so fearful of humans, I could not get near him for months.
Finally, with the lure of canned food and lots of loving communications with him, he allowed me to start petting him.
Once I was able to hold him, I took him in for a check up and found he had two pellets from a pellet gun embedded in him. One on the back near the shoulders and another in the abdomen. No wonder he was fearful of humans.
Other than that, Biggie checked out healthy, a full grown adult male. I welcomed him into my very large family of strays.
He would become a dear sweet boy, a sentinel of sorts always letting me know it was dinner time.
I will miss you Biggie. You have made my life so much richer.
It seems impossible to imagine life without them.
Rest peacefully in the arms of angels sweet boy.