Blog posts about the Rabbi Aviva Cohen Mysteries and their author Rabbi Ilene Schneider


   A friend’s dog recently died. Her son, in his early 20s, is on the autism spectrum and missing the dog a lot. She wrote in an email: “[He] is able to verbalize a bit.  Not much but a bit.  He did say he was trying to keep the tears back, but I told him it was all right to cry.  [He] has lost a companion and he’s grieving.  It’s kind of like they were brothers growing up together.”

   In response, I sent her a copy of the reading for the online memorial service fellow author Barb Goffman had requested I write for her dog, Scout: “Two thousand years ago, the sage ben Sira wrote: ‘Bewail the dead, hide not your grief, do not restrain your mourning. But remember that continuing sorrow is worse than death. . . . Death is better than a life of pain, and eternal rest than constant sickness.’

   “He was talking about our human loved ones, but the same can be applied to our animal companions. What do we want from a loved one? Loyalty, affection, empathy, companionship; we want someone who will love us unconditionally and make us laugh, someone who comforts us and keeps us from feeling alone. Those attributes can apply to our pets as well as our human families. And pets are part of our families.

   “In Judaism, there is a lot of respect for animals. We are forbidden from harming them or causing them pain. They are not allowed to work on the Sabbath. We must feed them before ourselves.

  “Each ‘dog year’ is supposedly equivalent to seven human ones. The number seven is significant in Judaism: the seven days of the week, the seven weeks between Pesach and Shavuot, the seventh year during which fields lie fallow, the seven circuits a bride makes around her groom in a traditional wedding ceremony. Seven is the number of completion and renewal. After six days of work, God rested; we, too, work six days and rest on the Sabbath. But then the cycle begins again, just as the cycle of life renews itself.

   “I’ll end with a quote from Proverbs 12:10: ‘A righteous man knows the soul of his animal.’ Barb, you knew Scout’s soul. He completed you, and you completed him.”

   Corresponding with my friend reminded me of something strange that happened many years ago. Just before he turned 4 (or maybe 5) my younger son, then diagnosed as being on the Spectrum, started to cry for no reason. I asked him what was wrong and he said, “I want our cat to come back.” Our cat had died exactly a year earlier – not figuratively but on the exact day. My son had not reacted at all at that time. But he did know and did mourn – he just didn’t have the words to express his feelings. Yet he instinctively remembered the date.

   I told my friend to let her son know that it is fine to cry. I was about 50 when our cat died, and fell apart in the vet’s office when I brought our cat’s body (wrapped in a large towel) there.

   I had been planning to take our cat in to be “put to sleep” that day. I didn’t do it sooner because my older son and my husband had gone away for a few days, and I didn’t want my son to come home and find out our cat had died. They came home the night before, and my son went to the vet with me. He said, “He waited for me to come home to say goodbye.” The night before, I had carried our cat into the powder room where his litter box, food, and water were. In the morning, I got up at 6AM, having a premonition and wanting to check on our cat before the boys got up. Our cat had managed to drag himself up 2 steps – his back legs had collapsed the night before – and across a 14′-wide family room to lie down in front of his favorite spot in front of the sliding glass door, where he died. I’m getting teary-eyed now remembering it.

   So, my friends, if a beloved pet dies, don’t let people try to comfort you by saying, “It was only a pet.” They mean well, but you know there’s no such thing as “just a pet.”

Comments on: "NOT “JUST A PET”" (9)

  1. Rabbi, thank you so much for your exceptionally kind words.

  2. I got choked up reading your touching post, Rabbi Ilene. Having lost several pets, I agree that there is no such thing as “just a pet”.



  3. I’m choked up all over again, Ilene. Your story about your cat, how he dragged himself to his favorite spot for one last time, is heartbreakingly wonderful. Thank you for sharing it. And thank you once again for what you wrote for Scout and me.

  4. Your cat gave you a gift. I held my dog when we put him to sleep last month. I was hoping I’d wake up that morning and he’d be dead, like your cat, but he was still alive. And suffering. So my wonderful vet came over and I held Motley in my arms. I call it the gift of euthanasia. It’s really hard on us, but it’s the last gift we can give to our beloved pets. I’m having a hard time, missing Motley and am looking for another dog to fill up my heart with. I blogged about it here: http://www.GreenerPastures– Scroll down to the first story, where it begins.

  5. It’s me again. I just read your post about New Jersey. For some reason there was no “Leave a Reply” box. I just wanted to say everyone bashes New Jersey. I used to do it too. In fact, we hightailed it out of here about ten years ago because we thought the grass was greener on the other side of the fence. We tried Oklahoma. (We’re horse people. We lasted there one year.) Then two different places in Virginia. Two years ago we came back here. This time to South Jersey. It is the best of both worlds. It’s the country, but it’s still Jersey. I’m not thrilled to find out the political corruption here is just as bad as it used to be, but maybe now with all our technology and everyone being recorded and communications documented, causing these thugs (elected officials) to be caught left and right, maybe they will start thinking twice.


  6. Ilene, this is so nice. I’m wiping my eyes.

    We are quite concerned about Iain because he is so sad. I’m going to ask him again if he’d like to go to the SPCA and look at dogs. We get Buddy’s ashes today and will have to keep them out of sight. I’m also thinking we might go away for a weekend just to do something different. Maybe go skiing or something. I think that might help.

  7. marilynlevinson said:

    Having lost my husband last year, my cat Sammy is more important than ever to me now. He’s my constant companion.
    I have a board up on Pinterest for Authors’ Pets. Send me a photo of your pet, if you like. I’ve many photos up there of pets who have gone to Pet Heaven.

  8. Thank you for a loving and lovely post. As an animal behavior consultant I deal with his a lot…and it’s empowering to give people permission to mourn. Love is love, and missing them honors that love.

  9. I always feel sorry for people who say “it was just a pet.” They’ve obviously never known the love of a furry one, or the joy of giving your heart to one. They’ve missed something wonderful in life. If you hurt badly, it’s because you’ve known true love.

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