4-Legged Loss

Three animal lovers I know have lost pets during this already challenging time.

Kate said good bye to Mollie, her beloved kitty.

James, next door, Erin, Patrick the cat’s sister.

Danny, the florist, who has two Bull Mastiffs, now only has one, Homer dying of cancer.

Of the three lost, Homer is who I knew best.

I’d purposely stop by to see him and his brother Plato, who like Danny, would come out to greet me.

They’re such a handsome, friendly breed with a face that could break your heart, so when I found out Homer was no more, I wept alongside Danny.

It’s heartbreaking to lose an animal, because you truly lose a friend. They never leave you, unless they have to, like now when Danny said, “Homer held on as long as he could. He knew we needed him.”

On cue, as we sobbed, Plato came over to comfort us. Danny said he’s worried because he won’t eat, grieving for his brother.

Oh my, I thought, I need to help.

I asked if I could walk him since, I’ve done it before. Danny said, “I’m not sure he’ll go, he won’t leave my side.”

I don’t want to brag, but he clearly forgot who he was talking to. They don’t call me Joan of Bark for nothing.

I texted my neighbor who has Jack, the German Shepherd, and asked if they’d meet me on our corner.

She texted right back, yes.

Great, I answered, and bring biscuits and maybe a little ham, the Italian penicillin.

I then got on my knees hugging Plato, stroking his soft coat, whispering in his ear.

This is what I said.

My dearest puppy, I so know how you feel. You lost your brother, I lost my dad.

As his big brown eyes looked at me, I swear I saw tears.

I then said, Homer would want you to carry on. Walk, eat, play catch. And I have this pal named Jack. He’s younger than you, and could sure use a friend Plato, since he’s kinda shy, and cause he’s German, not always welcome…so what if me and you take a walk and see if he’s home?

Danny was shaking his head watching. “I don’t know what you’re saying to him, but he’ll never go.”

I stood up. Went over to where I knew his leash was, put it on, and guess what?

“See ya in a few Danny. We have a date, for lunch.”

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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48 Responses to 4-Legged Loss

  1. How touching! You always know just what to do.


  2. skinnyuz2b says:

    It’s so hard to lose a beloved pet. I still have a hole in my heart for Monkey and Sam. Susannah, you didn’t just help Homer. I’m sure you eased the burden on Danny’s heart by seeing Homer begin to rebound. Animals know they can trust you.

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  3. I love this Susannah! You brightened Danny’s and Plato’s life! I love pets, specially dogs; and I love people that love pets. Blessings! β™₯β™₯


  4. Dale says:

    What a sad face! And how lovely he allowed you to help him out of his slump.
    Losing a pet is losing a part of your family.

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  5. Truly tender moment…good on you.

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  6. Great story. Losing a pet is heartbreaking and I think it does have an effect on the other animals in the house. Great job, Joan of Bark

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  7. I always love how much you love animals. I’m sure they’re always happy to see you, Joan. πŸ™‚

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  8. Eilene Lyon says:

    Bully for you, Susannah! Both animals and humans know you have their back. Glad you started Plato on his road to recovery. We lost one of our dogs about 10 days ago. It’s such an adjustment for everyone.

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  9. Sorryless says:

    Alas, this one hit me where it hurts most of all as I can relate all too well. We lost our beloved black cat, Mr Speaker, a couple weeks ago. And yet something else that 2020 has stolen away, in what seems like a great train robbery of a year. So out of my mourning came an opportunity when my sister told me about a litter she was fostering. Long story short, I took two of them, a boy and a girl. Naming the boy Jack, after Mr Speaker. My daughter will name the girl.

    Life goes on.


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