Hello. You may remember me. I am a West Highland Terrier who died on July 13 just short of 15 years of age. I spent 40 days on earth before my soul or whatever you want to call it went to The Land Beyond.
You humans talk about “closure” after the death of a pet. From what I can see the term closure simply does not exist if you cared for the pet you have lost. You can’t close off shared memories between your pet and you. The best that can be done is recollect with humour and happiness on the good memories. And I think you call that “healing”. Grief traps many memories. There is a focus on the last moments of pain and suffering of both pets and humans. That is an understandable affront to the joys, trials and tribulations you have had with your pet over the years. Hopefully time will help with healing but it simply can’t close memories.
Before I go let me tell you what I witnessed a couple of days ago while Master Robert and, Mistress Fotini went to Niagara-on-the-Lake to spread some of my ashes. Of course I had nothing to do any of this! On the big day Master Robert and Mistress Fotini went on a walk along the waterfront at Queen’s Royal Park and they met a West High Land Terrier T-Shuk and chatted up a storm. West Highland Terrier owners are a bit cultish! Then on their walk they see a canvas bag with “Dillie” printed on it. That is one of my nicknames! Then off they go to spread ashes at my favourite Niagara-on-the-Lake haunts. The last spread was at Fort George. And there was a Volvo XC 90 parked in the lot in the same place Mistress Fotini and Master Robert parked their Volvo XC 90 on my last trip to Fort George. So while Master Robert is ruminating about this an acorn falls on his head from above. Not that I was behind that but finally Master Robert cracks a smile for the first time since I departed Earth. They’ll be no “closure” about me my friends. Oh yes I have a mischievous streak about me!

