Darst Funeral Home

Pets and Grief: A Family Affair

by Tani Bahti
Crossposted with permission from Pathways

Getting ready to meet the woman I was admitting to the hospice program, I was cautioned that her animals were very bonded to her.  To gain access to her I must first gain the trust and then permission of her dog and cat, who were also in the twilight of their years.

The dog was lying by the entrance to her room, and I was quickly greeted by a wagging tail and contented grunt as I scratched his ears while murmuring what a wonderful dog he was to love and protect his mistress.  I then proceeded into the room.

The very large cat sat on the lid of the bedside commode, positioned next to the bed in which the frail woman lay.  I sat down in front of the cat and put out my hand, also acknowledging what a wonderful companion she has been.  She eyed me up and down and once satisfied I was no threat, reach out her paw to gently touch my hand.  It felt like I was being anointed.  I nodded to the cat and assessed her beloved owner.  At the end, I again nodded to the cat and this time thanked her for being such an attentive pet and I was allowed to give her a neck rub.  But only for a minute and then I was motioned away her her standing up and pointing towards the door.  The dog then walked me from the door to the waiting family.

In addition to talking about what to expect in the ensuing final days to weeks, we also talked about the animals and their need for closure and to grieve.  Since I was only the admitting nurse I did not see them again. A month later,  while waiting in the hospital hallway for another family member who was in surgery, the daughter noticed me and quickly ran up and pulled me aside.

She excitedly told me how grateful she was we had talked about the need of the animals. Her mother had died peacefully a week prior and while the family gathered and cried together, the cat jumped on the bed.  She said, “I was about to push her off, but I remembered what you said.  Instead I watched.”  She described how the cat slowly walked over to the face of her deceased mistress and gazed into it for some moments.  She gently patted her faced twice and jumped down.  It was good bye. Recognizing the need of her beloved pets, the family then picked up the dog and placed him on the bed.  He also examined his mistress, licked her hand, and jumped off.  The dog and cat huddled together while the family did the same.

Per my recommendation, they kept an article of her clothing, her nightgown, on which the animals slept for several days. It was on that nightgown that the cat died peacefully 3 days later.  I was told the aging dog was still curling up on it.  The family reached out to each other, 2-footeds and 4- footeds alike, both grateful and comforted in sharing their loss.

Grief is a family affair.

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At Darst Funeral Home we acknowledge the role of pets in the dying, grieving, and healing process. We allow and in fact, encourage families to bring in beloved pets for a private final goodbye. We are passionate about supporting each family’s unique needs in saying goodbye to their loved one, and we would be honored to walk that path with your family in your time of need. You can reach us at 281-312-5656 or visit us at 796 Russell Palmer Rd in Kingwood, TX.

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This story was written by Tani Bahti, RN, CT, CHPN for her beautiful blog about dying education (www.pathwayseol.com) and reprinted with permission.