I stopped and realized I was thinking about acquiring another furry kid. The worst part of the first anniversary's timeline is coming up in less than a week; in which I have already noticed some symptoms re-appearing lately. Weeping for no reason; tears in eyes if someone say something unthoughtful, such as "aren't you glad you don't have a kid?" while cleaning a mess after his kid; hypersensitivity to pregnant moms or new moms with babies in their arms; mooning over children books or clothes; and the black cloud above the head. That tells me that I'm more vulnerable- which comes to the question of furry kids.
I tried to check blogs and Internet articles on whether there is a tendency for childless folks to get furry kids. I hadn't success- there's a certain amount of childless and infertile blogs and articles, and that goes for the furry kids....but nothing about *both* at same time.
With the maternal instincts and the need to take care of something, it's certainly easy to meet that need with furry kids. We have those dog daycare and schooling, we have pet insurance, Gods know some of us even go out of our ways to dress dogs like babies. Clothing boutiques, no less, to accommodate one's desire to humanize their furry kids.
Gods know that my dad's family look odd at me when I tell them my dogs have to be with me if more than a few days- you see, Dad's family see dogs for working and hunting purposes, not pleasure or comfort (or forbid the thought, family) purposes. I wasn't like that two years ago. So, you get the idea.
Do we try to transfer love to furry kids- dogs, cats, horses? Don't get me wrong, but recalling the book "Falling for Eli" by Nancy Shulins certainly comes in mind.
After realizing that I have kept my dogs close to me since the beginning of the journey ending with the realization that I cannot have children, I found myself confronted with the question: how would I react to either of the dogs' death? After all they do not have a long lifetime like us human beings. Would I want to get another dog after Lola? Just thinking about it, I am overwhelmed by anxiety and fear. And would I want to raise a kitten, treat him like a little human baby, and deal with his death when he becomes old or sick?
For now, I'm reinforcing the reminder not to consider adopting any furry kids until well past March, when I'd be less vulnerable.
Readers, have you encountered similar situations like this? If so, how did you handle this?