grief

Pre-grieving your Pet. A New and Interesting Term to Me.

kylie on sofa sacked out eKylie sure does have it made!

A friend of mind sent me an email the other day about pre-grieving being a possible interesting topic for my blog.

She shared with me that for years before her 19-year old kitty died, she would cry about her dying someday. She would tell her how much she would miss her. She shared with me that she now does the same thing with her dog.

I never heard of the term pre-grieving before. But as I gave it more thought, I realized I did this with Frankie, more than any other pet I’ve had. I remember as I agonized over retiring her from her work, how hard it was. Seeing her slow down was really difficult. In part, it was because I didn’t want to think about what my life would look like when she was gone. Maybe this has to do with change, and how hard change is for many people. Of course, there seems to be so much more to the layers of this, too.

With Cassie Jo, my chocolate Lab, who passed in 2005, I knew she had limited time because of her bone cancer diagnoses. Thinking back, I tried hard not to worry, but there was always this looming question of “when” that day was coming. It was more palpable knowing there was no cure for her and the day I had to say goodbye was right around the corner.

With Joie, I really had no warning. It all happened so quickly. There was little time to pre-grieve, though as I think about driving home with her after knowing there really was nothing I could do for her, I was scared I was going to lose her. So I guess I was pre-grieving her, though the time was short for that process.

I wonder too in regards to Joie if the fact I had no time to pre-grieve is why it made her death seem so much harder for me.

I did a Google search and found that there is such a thing as pre-grieving.  Though it seems to be geared more toward when a pet or person is getting older, or a serious diagnoses has been made.

In a class I took today, a woman spoke of her daughter leaving for college in a year-and-a-half and how they are beginning to look at colleges. She is thinking about the day she has to let her daughter go off on her own, and it isn’t easy. In a sense, she is pre-grieving what is to come. I know many of my friends with children have had this very same experience.

I can only speak for myself, but I think pre-grieving has much to do with letting go. We are creatures of habit and don’t always accept change so readily.

When it comes to the pets in my life, they truly fulfill me. Thinking of them not here someday is difficult. They bring me so much joy, and losing that joy is tough.

The helpful article I came across is called Pre-Grief: The Gateway to Grace, written by Kim Eisen, Success Coach and Master of EFT.  In the article she says, “As a culture, we usually talk about grief in relation to death, but it is much more than that. Grief can start the moment you think something unpleasant might happen to you or is happening to you now. While experiencing this myself and with clients, it became so apparent that because grief may have already begun just with the thought that something may be lost, why not address it now? Even if the loss is or isn’t certain, the grief associated with it is still present.

To address this issue, I created a process called “Pre-Grief: Gateway to Grace.” By walking through the imagined loss prior to the event, while neutralizing the energy associated with it, it brings you to a higher state of grace when and if that event actually occurs. And, if it doesn’t occur, you have relieved the pain of the grief associated with the “not knowing” part of you that delves into the emotions of grief anyway.

This process can be done as soon as you have a thought about it and/or during the process of the cycle of grief.”

She goes on to say, “Grief is a normal process, but it doesn’t have to be painful or continue for long periods of time. It can be processed ahead of time. We’ve been told that you have to mourn for a certain length of time after the event to justify the loss or to express your loyalty to a person. I have come to find out this is absolutely NOT true after using this Pre-Grief process with myself and my clients.”

I really appreciate that Kim calls grief a “Gateway to Grace.” Isn’t that what we all want?  Whether it is pre-grieving or grieving how do we find grace in that,is I think, a powerful and profound way to look at it.

I know for me personally, with each dog that has passed, I’ve experienced moments of grace with them on the other side, which I’ve written about with the signs I’ve received from them. Those are truly my moments of grace when we have connected, me in this world, and they in a different realm.

Interesting topic, don’t you think?  I’d love to hear your thoughts and thank my friend for writing to me about this.

Click here to link to the rest of Kim’s article.

My Sabbatical Dog. Blessed Am I.

IMG_1858 1200One thing I truly treasured about my sabbatical was more time spent one on one with Kylie. We took many walks on a path that is just a short distance from our house.  She soothed my broken heart by just being there in the silence, walking beside me, or trotting up ahead of me. It was in those moments of being with her, truly being with her, that I felt my heart begin to slowly mend.

Kylie has always had this quiet, amazing strength about her that I was witness to even more the past two months. I truly don’t know how to even say thank you to her for the comfort she provided me just by being who she is.  It was as if she felt my pain and in her own unique way stood by me in the only way a dog can do. She didn’t take away my sorrow, but gave me hope that my heart would heal and expand again.

Many days watching her scoot ahead on the path, soaking up all the smells  that leaves, trees and woods provide,  my spirit began to lighten. She was the sunshine on days my heart was clouded over with grief.

I saw a side of her I had never seen before. Her gentle, sweet presence was like a warm blanket of comfort that wrapped itself around me. She was my light. My comfort. My strength. My hope. My constant friend. My dear Kylie, full of a love that came bursting through and enveloped my heart with the kindest and most sweet compassion. Thank you, my friend, for being there for me.  My angel of unconditional love.

Forward March to 50: Owning My Sensitivity.

Every 1st and 3rd Thursday of the month until July 18th I will be sharing my thoughts about turning 50 which I will celebrate on July 18th.  And yes, I said, celebrate!

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Joie snug in her papa’s sweatshirt

I’m a sensitive person. This was not always easy for me (sometimes still isn’t).  Saying this, I feel like I should have really started out by saying, “Hi. I’m Barbara Techel and I’m sensitive.” It, at times, has felt like a curse. I feel things deeply. So deeply I find it hard to sometimes express adequately what I’m feeling–at times there seem to be no words.

Many times I’ve not wanted to be so sensitive because when grief hits me, it hits me hard. Or when things bother me, they can wreak havoc in my head. I took to heart very personally things people have said about me, good or bad or whether those “bad” things were even justified, or just a perception.

As I move closer to hitting the big 5-0 and all the work I’ve done on my self care the last couple of years, I understand now that my sensitivity is a gift. When I feel sad or hurt, it leaves a deep wedge in my heart. When I feel joy, I feel this intense high, like I’m floating in the sky.

Last night as I turned off the light to drift off to sleep, Frankie was strong in my thoughts. I have not cried about her in quite sometime. But something came over me again and tears rolled down onto my pillow. At first, I was mad at myself for having not fully moved on yet, questioning why I still cry when thinking of her.

Her little spirit floats a little higher each day… and I think approaching the one year mark of her death in June, is having me feel like this. I felt her close as I thought about her in the darkness, while at the same time, I feel her resting more and more into a space of her own. As I find my way with Joie and our path, I think that helps her to find more peace too. I cried with happiness for not only her, but for me and for Joie, that we are finding our own special way.

I was reminded again that my being sensitive is a gift. I could not feel the joy that I do without the deep pain I feel at times too.  But being aware and allowing myself to move through my feelings last night, I realize is what I need to do to be me– to continue to be me. Forward March to 50!