We had to put down my precious baby boy dog last week. For the better part of the last year I grieved prior to his death, dreading what was coming. His father was killed violently and suddenly, run over by a car. That was 11 years ago and I still grieve. I managed somehow to love Emo even more desperately than his father and so was fearing the worse grief I’ve ever experienced. The first few days after Emo’s death were black with grief. To pull myself back into the light I started watching a silly, but funny sitcom on Netflix. The next day, I noticed the heaviness in my heart had eased. I also noticed that if I didn’t watch it for a day or two, the heaviness returned. I feel I have found an effective tool against the black hole of grief now.
I know we have to grieve such a loss. I still can’t converse about my Emo. Grief has to be done. There is no getting around it, but I think I found a way to prevent getting stuck in it. I think watching the sitcom interrupted the pattern the grief was etching in my neuro pathways. So I think there is more truth to your comment than I would have ever thought. Thank you for sharing. I definitely think you’re on to something!
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