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L<\/span><\/p>ast year for my birthday, I made my sister buy me the book \u201cLily and the Octopus\u201d by Steven Rowley. Poncho, our <\/span>dog<\/span><\/a> was in his thirteenth year and I needed some form of preparation for what was around the bend. Immersing myself in a story about a struggling writer and the reckoning with his beloved dog\u2019s illness and her subsequent death felt like a good attempt to warm up my heart muscles for the upcoming pain.<\/span>\n\nAs Rowley reminisces about Lily\u2019s simple life and the purpose it gave him, he reaches a confluence of <\/span>grief<\/span><\/a> and self-discovery. His words transported me into a story that contained so much of my own struggles as a hapless writer and devoted dog parent.\u00a0<\/span>\n\nIn the subsequent months, Poncho\u2019s heart condition deteriorated rapidly. The frequency of vet visits increased, he spent more time panting heavily and the medications took a toll on his energy levels. Then one quiet night in November, it happened. After a <\/span>doctor<\/span><\/a>\u2019s visit to replenish his blood with oxygen, we returned home and set him on his cushion in the living room. Five minutes later, he passed.\u00a0<\/span>\n\nIt didn\u2019t matter that I\u2019d read that book and knew what to expect or how many times the doctor had told us that he was running out of time, the sadness hit like a hurricane. <\/span>I wailed, I choked, I <\/span>drowned<\/span><\/a>. I held on to my mother, sister and husband; each of us swirling in our own pain trying to steady ourselves together.\u00a0<\/span>\n

I\u2019d always been so proud of my intuitiveness as a mother and yet I had failed to address a significant milestone in her life\u2013 her first experience with death.<\/blockquote>\nSome time before dawn broke, I crawled into bed and curled up by my daughter\u2019s side. She would be up in less than two hours and we\u2019d have to tell her. What would she say when she saw his glassy eyes devoid of life? Should a five-year-old even be allowed to see a corpse? Here was a girl who stopped watching \u201cThe Good Dinosaur\u201d when Arlo\u2019s <\/span>father<\/span><\/a> died while saving him from a flash flood; she certainly wasn\u2019t ready to digest the physicality of death.\u00a0<\/span>\n\nAfter an hour of disturbed sleep, I woke up. Rigor mortis was setting in, turning Poncho\u2019s limp body into a stiff, cold mass. I sat with my mother at the dining table, chewing on some dry toast and swallowing against my will. There was a lot to do for the day and I needed <\/span>food<\/span><\/a> as fuel. While I had already decided against letting my daughter see Poncho\u2019s body, my mother chided me, \u201cDon\u2019t do that Sangee. Let her say goodbye.\u201d\u00a0<\/span>\n\nSo when she woke up and set off to her usual spot on the couch to have breakfast and watch TV, we sat her down and told her. She blinked hard and asked us, \u201cSo he\u2019s gone?\u201d We explained that he\u2019d been sick for a while and now he would be in a better place without <\/span>suffering<\/span><\/a>. The tears came and we held her. When we took her to see him shrouded in his blanket, she refused to look and buried her face in her father\u2019s chest. As an effort to distract her from her anguish, we sent her to school and returned to making arrangements for the crematorium.\u00a0<\/span>\n\nI really hate the adage \u201cLife goes on.\u201d It\u2019s a terrible truth to live with especially when you have to carry a lifeless body, place it on a wooden frame, watch it burn, and feel a vacuum expand your insides and consume you. You remain stuck in a pinprick in time, unmoving, fearing the process of moving on and the inevitability of fading <\/span>memories<\/span><\/a>.\u00a0<\/span>\n\nWe spent the rest of the week clearing his things. In the evenings, I watched my daughter stare at the sky quietly for a long time. Her father had taken inspiration from <\/span>Lion King<\/span><\/a>\u2019s Simba-Mufasa relationship and told her that Poncho was now a star. It comforted her to stare into the darkness and know that he still existed in a different form. Some of our closest friends came over with wine and food and we celebrated his life \u2013 the antics, his cranky personality, the unhealthy obsession he had with chasing people with his blankets, how much he loved pizza crusts. With each passing day, I glided through the five stages of grief in no particular order until I landed at the final destination of acceptance where I could tell myself, \u201cHe\u2019s gone but boy what a wonderful journey this has been.\u201d<\/span>\n\nA month after Poncho\u2019s death, I went for the quarterly PTA to my daughter\u2019s school. While chatting about her progress, the class teacher told me how difficult it had been for her to get over Poncho\u2019s death. She would blank out for long <\/span>periods<\/span><\/a> and sit in a corner weeping while her best friend hugged and consoled her. I\u2019d always been so proud of my intuitiveness as a mother and yet I had failed to address a significant milestone in her life\u2013 her first experience with death.<\/span>\n\nI thought back to my own memory from when I was ten and lost my cousin in an accident. I grieved alone in my room; crying into a pillow and reliving the last days we spent together while listening to the \u201cMichael Learns to Rock\u201d tape he gave me as a parting present. All I wanted was for someone to sit and cry with me, tell me that sometimes the ones we <\/span>love<\/span><\/a> die but the world will go on. But everyone around me was too busy trying to cope and I felt like my pain didn\u2019t matter. Until today, there are parts of me that ache when I think about my dead cousin.<\/span>\n
He was the closest being she had to a sibling and I did not prepare her for or help her come to terms with his absence.<\/blockquote>\nTwo decades later, I have come full circle; making the same mistake with my child by not wholly being there for her first mourning. When she said the words, \u201cSo he\u2019s gone?\u201d, I only heard her sadness, not her confusion.\u00a0 Poncho was the pet that had watched her grow, licked her face and sticky fingers every time she ate <\/span>chocolate<\/span><\/a>, barked protectively when anyone raised their voice at her, waited at the bus stop with her every morning. He was the closest being she had to a sibling and I did not prepare her for or help her come to terms with his absence.<\/span>\n\nI was so caught up in my grief that I failed to recognise her capacity to feel as torn as I was, albeit in different ways. Watching her seek <\/span>solace<\/span><\/a> from the stars deflected me from the process of talking her through the unresolved emotions. There were little ways in which she\u2019d asked to be talked to that I had overlooked; drawing him as a small black smudge in a landscape painting at art class, asking me if there was any way he would come back, wanting to know where his body went, and why only a small piece of bone remained in a keepsake box in my wardrobe drawer.\u00a0<\/span>\n\nGoing back to \u201cLily and the Octopus\u201d, Rowley writes, \u201cGrief is a pathological condition. It\u2019s just that so many of us go through it in life that we never think to treat it as such.\u201d\u00a0But how do explain what death really means to a child? How much of hope do you let them cling on to until they\u2019re old enough to understand human <\/span>mortality<\/span><\/a>? The answers are tough because they entail talking about the idea of forever.<\/span>\n\nThe hardest part of <\/span>parenting<\/span><\/a> is finding the balance between protecting our children from pain and letting them feel it in its entirety to grow. Watching her despair made me feel helpless which is why I succumbed to sidetracking her sorrow, thinking that it would help her move on better. As much as I aspire to be the mother who will always be able to decode my child\u2019s complex emotions and be there for her even when she doesn\u2019t ask for help, there will be many more times like this when the human in me takes precedence.<\/span>\n\nOne of my favourite words is lament; both for its meaning and how beautiful it sounds when you repeat it. With time, people find their own ways to translate deep loss and heal; my mother does it through telling people long stories and weeping with the details; my father sits in silence; I stare at old pictures and listen to <\/span>sad music<\/span><\/a>. I look at the painting in my daughter\u2019s art folder \u2013 mountains, trees, a stream, and a black Poncho with a body and limbs added on in thick strokes of paint. This is her lament.\u00a0<\/span>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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