My mum phoned me an hours ago to tell me that our family dog of 20 years had to be put down yesterday. She told me she couldn't phone me to tell me yesterday as she was too upset.
An hour after speaking to her I feel really bad. Not because I'm devastated I've lost the dog who shared my childhood with but because I don't feel anything.
He has been very unwell for a long time. He has suffered with arthritis for over 6 year now and in the last 3 or 4 years he has been losing his vision and his hearing. I moved away from my family about 2 years ago for work and now tend to visit once every 6 months or so. Every time I have been back to see the family I have been saddened to see him looking worse than the time before. During the last year he has lost the ability to control his own bladder. He wasn't completely gone however since he would come and sit next to me for a stroke and to lick me when I visited.
I don't understand why I am not upset. I feel more about the lack of feeling than I do for the lose of my dog. We were very close. I was 5 years old when we got him and I spent more time with him as a teenager than anyone else in the family. It was me who would volunteer to take him on a walk each evening and we had a set route we would follow (which had optional short-cuts if I needed to use them), we went that often he knew them off by heart and even without his lead on would lead the way. He would also come on my paper round with me every morning and afternoon.
I was wondering if anyone could help me understand this. Is it because he has been ill for so long? I know I was expecting this call and my mum didn't need to say anything more than "We took Barney to the vets yesterday" for me to know why she was calling and what had happened. Or could it be that I have grown away from him after living away for 2 years? In which case that makes me feel worse, he was a member of my family once.