Pet Grief needs therapy

My boyfriend lost his best friend yesterday. She was a perfect Doberman named Saber.

As she drew her last breath in his arms, the earth cracked open and swallowed us both.

Several hours later, he is still in the deepest caverns and has not found footing.

I am going back and forth between being productive as a way to swallow my grief and crying intermittently.

My lover is facing the hard stuff and swimming in it with no rescue in sight.

I am frightened and amazed by this.

I allow emotions to overcome me only when I know I am utterly alone.

Keeping emotional secrets is an old habit I learned early on.

Strong emotions made my family uncomfortable, and I figured out ingenious ways to tamp down feelings that felt too big.

I am awestruck each time I touch in on an old childhood behavior that I have kept repeating even when the reason for its formation is long gone.

Now I can see that behavior no longer fits my situation and can move towards something else like being seen in my despair.

Recognition allows the repatterning of old wounds to move towards the choice to become something else.

If you have a desire to tune into what you are carrying, let's meet.

Free Somatic Therapy consultations always available.