Words I Never Want to Hear
March 26th 2008 21:00
I was browsing at my local bookstore and picked up a book called Beating Anger by Mike Fisher. There was a chapter about how people trivialise other people’s problems and it had an example of someone saying, “It’s only a cat; we can get another one.” Only a cat? Only a dog? Only a duck? I can’t believe how people can be so insensitive but I know they do exist. I remember making an appointment to see a counsellor when my grandma died and the receptionist said, “Oh, grandmothers die all the time.” I know they do but I was horrified at her tactlessness and I never want to hear that from anyone again.
When my ducks died it was as if someone close to us had died. My sister and I were depressed and listless for days. My parents got us new ducks but they weren’t the same. When my sister’s favourite budgerigar died she cried, something she seldom does. Even when her goldfish die we feel sad as we get very attached to our pets.
As I am writing this, I am looking after my sister’s goldfish while she is away. I take this as seriously as if I was asked to look after someone’s pet dog. I see them as my responsibility. Not only that, the thought of telling my sister her goldfish died while she was away is enough to ensure that I will look after them properly.
The very thought of my friends’ Tonkinese cats dying fills me with dread as I have also become very attached to them. It’s hard not to when they continually come up to me and sit beside me, purring away. Speaking of Tonks dying, I was on the Mymystic Tonk breeder’s web site and was greeted by the following message: “Our Fabulous Fable passed away at 10.10am on Saturday 23rd February 2008. We are hollow inside.” I think that aptly sums up the grief I experienced when my ducks died.
Mymystic website
When my ducks died it was as if someone close to us had died. My sister and I were depressed and listless for days. My parents got us new ducks but they weren’t the same. When my sister’s favourite budgerigar died she cried, something she seldom does. Even when her goldfish die we feel sad as we get very attached to our pets.
As I am writing this, I am looking after my sister’s goldfish while she is away. I take this as seriously as if I was asked to look after someone’s pet dog. I see them as my responsibility. Not only that, the thought of telling my sister her goldfish died while she was away is enough to ensure that I will look after them properly.
The very thought of my friends’ Tonkinese cats dying fills me with dread as I have also become very attached to them. It’s hard not to when they continually come up to me and sit beside me, purring away. Speaking of Tonks dying, I was on the Mymystic Tonk breeder’s web site and was greeted by the following message: “Our Fabulous Fable passed away at 10.10am on Saturday 23rd February 2008. We are hollow inside.” I think that aptly sums up the grief I experienced when my ducks died.
Mymystic website
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