Yesterday, DH and I took our cat Little Joe to the vet for the last time. She had a tumor that was growing rapidly and well. Her time had come. She was 18. I'm full of pregnancy hormone fueled grief and for DH this was his first real pet loss. This cat adored him. I've never seen him cry like this.
Our daughter is 3.5. We left her at home with my sister while we took care of this. Her first words when we came home was "Where's Little Joe?" We tried to explain in age appropriate language but a little while later she asked "When is Joey coming home?"
DD seemed aggressively cheerful last night like she was trying to make up for our sadness. I think she'll be okay but I know how her little mind works. I'm afraid she'll associate sickness with dying. Any suggestions for dealing with this?
Our daughter is 3.5. We left her at home with my sister while we took care of this. Her first words when we came home was "Where's Little Joe?" We tried to explain in age appropriate language but a little while later she asked "When is Joey coming home?"
DD seemed aggressively cheerful last night like she was trying to make up for our sadness. I think she'll be okay but I know how her little mind works. I'm afraid she'll associate sickness with dying. Any suggestions for dealing with this?





