I had to say goodbye to my dear old boy in March of this year. It was just him and me, always, and because of his separation anxiety we really were together all the time. I worked from home. He came with me everywhere. He was 16.
Those of you who have lost dogs will know what a strange and intense loss it is – it's been quite unlike any grieving experience I've had before. And I have a lot of friends who have dogs, so I'd hoped they'd at least be able to get to the edges of understanding.
But since he's gone, everyone I know has asked me if or when I'm going to get another dog – and often when I say no, they actively try to convince me. It's only just been 6 months, and it started within weeks.
I know some people get new dogs quickly, but why is everyone so quick to try and get me to replace him?
It feels like they're so uncomfortable with my sadness that to ease their discomfort, they want me to take on a whole new (enormous) responsibility.
I'm not sobbing into everyone's shoulders, I'm not going on and on about him – my grief is my own, and it takes my legs out from under me daily, but not publicly.
I find it so disrespectful and, frankly, weird. He wasn't a broken toaster. Saying it about a human would be unthinkable. Why do I keep having to field this horrible line of questioning?