Better to Have Loved and Lost? Blah, blah, blah
I watched Marley & Me last night and started wondering if it really IS better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. What do you think? Let’s just talk about animals right now.
Seven years ago we got two cocker spaniels, Max and Spirit. Two months later Spirit died in a tragic pool incident. The girls were little, but completely torn up about it, as were we. Kasey still cries about poor Spirit dying. She named him and she thought of him as hers.
My Kasey is always looking for something else, some animal to love and take care of. However, when her mouse (yes, mouse) died, the crying, wailing and sadness that hit her were almost unbearable. She loved that mouse (I can’t think of her name right now), and was sad for days after she died. I, of course, was the one who had to take the cage outside with said dead mouse in it and put it on the deck. The next day she put the mouse (what was her name?) in a checkbook box and buried it. A couple of weeks later when the dogs dug the poor mouse up, there was more crying . Poor Kasey. I informed her that the mouse was the last new animal we would get, it’s too hard.
Last night I couldn’t find the cat. I was so scared that the cat was going to be dead under a bed somewhere and then what was I going to do. I started wondering why we have all these animals and what’s going to happen when they die. I’m not good at this stuff. It’s bad enough when humans in your life start dying, but pets, come on. Why do we put ourselves through this? I like having pets. The dogs are good for security, and the cat keeps the pests out, but nothing lives forever and does the joy of having them make up for the pain of when they die?
I’m not trying to be Debbie Downer, and I won’t even really get into this point for humans, pets are enough of an emotional wringer for me right now. But food for thought: When there’s a great love story that doesn’t work out, i.e. Jane Austen and Tom Lefroy, was she really better off loving and losing than never loving at all? Oh, and if you’re wondering, the cat was fine.