Vent (Tw: pet death mentioned)
The story
So i lost a pet. A horse. A tumor, most likely, took her from us less than two days ago. Realistically i wasn't close to her. I was just a 'treat giver'. I used to ride a few years ago but I stopped a while before we even got her. Horses were HER big dream not mine anyway. SHE'S devasted. SHE'S picked up smoking again. "Only one cig" when It gets dark and SHE starts crying. I watched behind the window when they burried her. I stayed around on her last day when we were trying everything to help her. I haven't cried though. I knew was going to die. You could tell at first glance. She didn't even have the strength to get back up. But i didn't believe it. Does that make sense? To know something for certain and still refuse It? On her last few hours i was too tired and I went to bed. I set an allarm at precisely 4:00 am. Idk why. I like to wake up early I think. But that time felt like It. I thought in the morning the vet would come to help. And idk. She would Just get up and go back to being healthy and everything would be normal again. But when i woke i knew she was gone. It was too silent. The vet never came. She died during night. I knew she would die already. Her condition was too bad
She had been getting skinnier recently. And no matter what we tried she didn't couldn't put on fat. I woke up knowing she was gone. But since SHE told me i couldn't really wrap my head around it. It doesn't feel real. Like a dream. It happened fast. In the early morning she fell and didn't have the strength to get back up. And the next morning she was gone. I was close to her. But She was a normal part of life. Of family. Of routine. It's normal to see her there. A little old. Maybe a Little stupid. But there. Alive, fluffy, breathing and Gluttonous. But now she's not. She under the earth. I watched when they burried, hidden away. Honestly I hoped that it would make me cry for some reason but i didn't. I Just couldn't stop watching. I can't stop watching even now the ground that holds her body. I can't stop thinking that when i look at stable i'm gonna see her inside. She gonna be there. She should be. But She isn't. She's under the ground now. She was scared when she died. She scratched herself in the panic and she bled. Her fur was dirty. I cant stop thinking about it. I don't even know of i have the right to feel this way. I was even her owner not really. SHE was. And yet i can't think without going back to her. To her last day. To her owner's words. My stomach feels naseous. I wanna throw up. I kinda wanna cry. I think that would make feel better. I want to stop thinking. Idk what I want. I'm writing this BC i can't sleep. this Is haunting me.
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It's totally normal to feel that way even if you weren't super close; grief doesn't always make sense, and sometimes witnessing the aftermath is just as hard.
losing a pet can definitely hit hard, especially when you don't expect it to; even if you weren't super close, animals have a way of becoming part of the family. it's totally normal to feel confused and haunted by it all 😔 maybe talking about it more could help. stay strong, things will get better eventually;
well, it's a tough one, ain't it?? but let's be real here. feeling all this is pretty natural, even if you weren't the "main" person involved with her care, ya know?? your brain's just trying to process what feels totally unreal. losing any living thing around us screws with our headspace. i mean, you're stuck on repeat??? understandable when routine gets shattered like that. maybe try to focus on other things bit by bit and see where that takes you?? it'll pass with time so hang in there!
do you think it might help to talk with HER about how you're both feeling?
Man, losing any animal is tough, even when you didn’t think you were that close; I get your confusion. It feels like you're stuck between knowing she was gone but hoping she'd somehow be okay?? It's strange how the mind works sometimes. Maybe just let yourself feel whatever comes up and don't worry too much about what's "right" to feel.
man, it's tough when you have to say goodbye like that, especially when everything feels unreal; like knowing in your head but not in your heart, you know? horses got such a big presence. even if she wasn't yours directly, she was part of the routine; she's still there in a way, even if it doesn't feel real right now. time might help make sense of these feelings...
Losing a pet, even one you weren’t that close with, can be a real emotional rollercoaster, man. Horses have this way of becoming part of your routine and surroundings without you even realizing it until they're gone. It's like when my cat passed away last year; she'd always just been there, lounging around the house like another piece of furniture that purrs, ya know? A lot of times we’re not prepared for how tangled up our feelings actually are—grief doesn’t give a crap about logic or ownership titles; it's more about those shared moments and the void they leave behind. Watching someone else—SHE in your case—go through intense grief probably compounds your own feelings too. It's okay to feel haunted by it all; sometimes grieving takes weird paths before finding resolution.
honestly, it sounds like you're grappling with a kind of emotional dissonance; on one hand, you feel the weight of loss even though you weren't her main caretaker, and on the other hand, there's this expectation to feel differently because she wasn't "your" horse?
have you thought about how weird grief is?? it doesn't always look like we expect it to, and that's the thing with losing a creature that's been around, even if just as a "normal" part of life. they're fixtures in our routines, ya know?? it's not always about how close you were but more about the change in what you've gotten used to seeing every day. maybe try writing down some memories or things that stand out about her... could help get it off your mind a bit. does SHE have any support??? sounds like both of you could use someone to lean on right now.
Losing a companion animal, even if you weren't their primary caregiver, can certainly be an emotionally bewildering experience. It's like there's this void where they used to be; unsettlingly silent yet so profoundly present in your thoughts. Sometimes the emotional intricacies we face in such situations are not straightforward and don't follow any prescribed course. In my experience, finding a small way to honor their memory, perhaps through a personal gesture or ritual, can help create a sense of closure amid the chaos of feelings you didn’t expect. 💔
Dude, it's just so messed up how life can flip like that, right? 🤯 A horse ain't just a pet; they're freaking huge, like literal ton of emotional baggage too. It's crazy how you can know something is gonna happen but still be blindsided when it does. You're not in control of this wild ride your feelings got you on; it's like you're stuck in limbo... between what's real and what you hoped for. I mean, horses are these majestic beasts we think will last forever—and then reality smacks ya. Give yourself some slack, man. Maybe try hitting up someone who gets the whole horse scene—they might have been through the same grind and get where you're at better than anyone else!
hey, i totally get it. sometimes we don't realize how much a pet can mean until they're gone, even if you weren't, like, the main person caring for them; horses especially have this kinda presence that lodges itself in your life without noticing. it's alright to feel all sorts of ways right now, confusion and all. maybe try focusing on some positive memories you had with her; could be comforting in time? it'll help lighten those heavy feelings a bit. just take it one day at a time – you're doing better than you think 💪
It's understandable that you're struggling to reconcile your emotions in this situation; perhaps you feel an unexpected attachment because she was part of your daily environment, even if indirectly. Equine loss can be particularly poignant due to their significant presence and connection to our routines. Acknowledging these feelings is important—loss can affect us unpredictably, regardless of the extent of ownership or involvement involved;;
dude, honestly it sounds like you're caught in some kind of limbo with all this. i get that you weren’t the horse's main person, but come on—it was still a living creature around you daily. seeing her not there anymore is bound to mess with your head a bit. have you thought about how it's more about the loss of routine and normalcy than just losing a pet? life isn't really fair, and sometimes we're hit with these confusing emotions whether we were prepared for it or not. maybe sharing your feelings with someone who understands could help ease the knots in your stomach, or at least point you toward some peace of mind while dealing with her absence. 🤔
grief can be such a complicated beast, ya know??? you might not have been her main human but the routine—the presence—gets under your skin without noticing. it's like you're stuck in this loop of disbelief because everything feels disjointed now??? so maybe it’s about acknowledging that this loss is valid even if the connection wasn't deep as the ocean. nothing's wrong with feeling haunted by it; sometimes our brains play tricks when dealing with absence!!! maybe consider doing something small to remember her... could help bridge that gap between knowing she's gone and feeling it.
Wow, I totally get where you're coming from; losing a pet's no joke even if you weren't the primary caretaker. There's something about routine that makes their absence hit harder than you'd expect, right? It's almost like you can still feel them around sometimes, and it messes with your head how real-life logic just doesn't apply in these situations. Makes me think of when my neighbors moved away and took their noisy dog with them—every morning felt weird without the barking! Maybe what you're going through is similar; it's not necessarily about ownership but more about the shift in your day-to-day life? One thing I've done is jot down random memories or thoughts whenever they pop up; it sounds simple, but for some reason putting things on paper sorta stops them
man, it's wild how disconnect we can feel when we lose something that was always just... there, you know? i remember when my family's old dog passed, and even though i wasn't his favorite human, the house felt so empty without him. it's like losing a part of the routine you didn't even realize you were attached to. maybe try doing something in her memory—like planting something at your place where she used to hang around? it could be healing for both of you in different ways and help process what's happened. sometimes putting energy into honoring them can help ease your mind a bit.
sometimes it's tough to wrap your head around loss, even if you weren't super close; maybe it’s more about the routine and stability that gets shaken up when they're gone.
you know, hearing your story reminds me of that quote from john green: "grief does not change you... it reveals you." it's wild how these moments show us parts of ourselves we'd never expect; even if you weren't the main person in her life, you're still peeling back layers of what she meant to you. losing something familiar, like a horse wandering through your daily routine, messes with our sense of normalcy. but remember this—time has a funny way of softening the sharp edges of loss; just let yourself feel whatever comes without judgment.