The Grief for a Pet No One Talks About đ¤
Losing a dog hurts more than anyone ever tells you. This is my story with Ducke.

âLosing a dog hurts more than anyone says. This is my story with Ducke, my companion and mischievous little rascal.â âEven though youâre not here anymore, your little eyes are still looking at me.â đž
Nobody talks about grieving a pet.
There are no big ceremonies, your things stay without an owner, your routines break, and the house fills with silences that didnât exist before.
I hope that wherever you are, youâre running, jumping, and that you miss me as much as I miss you.
I hope that wherever you are, Iâll be able to reach someday too.
You are always with me.
Thank you for teaching me how to love. â¤ď¸
To me, you were like the friend I never had, and the love I felt for you was like you were my own child.
It was a very human and magical bond.
When you got sick, we all suffered â not just me, but my parents and my sister too.
You werenât the happy little dog who couldnât stay still anymore.
It was heartbreaking to watch you fade a little more each day.
The day you died was especially painful because that morning you were happy, like you always were, even if you werenât feeling 100% because of the illness.
You seemed a little better, and it gave us hope.
We knew the moment would come, but it still took us by surprise.
We did the impossible trying to keep you healthy and with us as long as we could.
I remember you perfectly since the day my sister brought you home as a baby, with that scared little face⌠poor thing.
People who have pets understand: they become family, and you love them like any other member.
You left us on January 16th, 2024, the saddest day of my life. đ
You kept us all company.
My mother loved having you in the kitchen because you always watched her while she cooked, waiting for something to fall.
With my father you went on long walks, and they had so much fun.
With me, you were the one who came to ask for breakfast, snacks, dinner⌠everything.
We were always together: playing, walking, sleeping⌠everything.
I also remember how much you enjoyed car rides, sticking your little face out the window as if the whole world belonged to you.
You loved feeling the wind, like it brought you to life.
And how you playfully bit our noses â always so cheeky.
Playing hide-and-seek with you was one of my favorite things, because you pretended you didnât know where we were and then suddenly appeared wagging your tail.
You were so protective, always keeping an eye on us, as if you knew we were your family from the very first day.
You gave us so many kisses, and we gave you so many back. đ
Sometimes I think I missed many moments with you because I lived away for a while, and that still hurts.
Whenever we walked, you always looked back to make sure we were there, and you were the happiest little thing. đ
You were truly unique.
You were such a good dog, but you also had your own character.
When we rescued you, you were in terrible condition, just a tiny baby and completely alone.
I think you had suffered, maybe even been mistreated.
Even so, you were mischievous and always getting into something.
Sometimes it was funny, sometimes not so much â but most of the time, it was impossible not to laugh with you.
You used to steal our shoes, socks, or anything you knew was important, bite them, and then run off⌠my little rascal â such a rascal you were. đ
I think about you every day and I cry, because you were so important in my life.
My sister gave us such joy the day she brought you home.
You were very special to her too, because you were our first dog.
Later she had a baby and moved out, but we still did the same things together: walks, mealsâŚ
My nephew Alberto played with you and gave you so many kisses. â¤ď¸
The goodbye was devastating because you died at home, the place you had always lived.
We cried so much. We couldnât believe it.
Someday Iâll have another dog â Iâm an animal lover â but right now weâre not ready.
You were cremated, and the whole process was heartbreaking, from the moment you got sick to the very end.
The house was never the same, and neither was I, because Iâve never known a love like the one you gave me.
We were shattered because you left a huge emptiness, and we miss you terribly.
You had a way of looking at me that I will never forget. đ¤
âMy little rascal⌠thank you for making me so happy.
You left, but your love stayed here, inside everything I am.
I will never forget you.â
About the Creator
Olalla
I write about the ups and downs we all feel but rarely talk about. Little failures, quiet wins, and everything in betweenâsharing them with a warm heart.



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