I am always interested in reading about dog-human relationships. This recent article in the Washington Post caught my eye. The article (excerpt and link below) discusses the author, Joe Yonan’s personal experiences upon the death of his dog, Red, (seen in photo to left, photo by Rebekah Yonan) as well as scientific research on the topic.
It’s been four months, and yet if somebody asks me about that day, my voice will crack. By “that day,” I mean the day I came home from work to find my Doberman, Red, splayed out on my bedroom floor, his head to one side, his body lifeless but still warm. It’s an image I can’t seem to shake, as much as I try.
I’m no stranger to death. I was a mess of anger and confusion when my father, suffering the aftermath of a stroke, took his last gasps one day in 1995, his children gathered around his hospital bed. And three years later, the death of my sweet, beloved sister Bonny after a withering battle with brain cancer was nothing short of heartbreaking. Yet somehow, and much to my distress, the death of my dog seems even harder. I haven’t felt grief quite like this since, well, the death of my previous dog five years ago.
Read the full article: The death of pet can hurt as much as the loss of a relative
From my personal experience, I know that having photographs of my dog, cat, or other pet to look back on over the years is very important, although bittersweet. So many people have shared with me that they only have a few blurry snapshots as a remembrance of their beloved furry family member. That is one of the reasons I became a pet photographer.
I’d love to know your thoughts about the article and to hear stories about the furry faces that were once part of your family.