Kahn was a snotty prick. Morgen was an escape artist. Daisy was an amateur gardener and would raid a trash can if (and only if) you put any chicken in there. Then she'd get Rotty gas. BB eats the fuzz off her tennis balls and tears up paper towels.
Nobody's perfect. But they all were my pals. I gave up on the "period of mourning" a couple decades ago. Life is too short, and frankly I've had enough people to mourn that I just don't have it for my dogs.
They lived painless, spoiled and loved. They got a hug every day and gave one. We should all be so lucky. Maybe because I have fewer days ahead of me than behind, I just miss them. I quit mourning. There is little to mourn.
>. They should NEVER try to replace that pet by a pet, which looks similiar and which gets the same name.
I had 3 consecutive American Tabbies named Nikki when I was a kid. I did know it wasn't the same cat. I'm not sure my little brother and sister did, but it really didn't matter that much. I don't think my parents were trying to pass one cat off as another. I think they just liked American tabbies and the name Nikki. Hell, if I got an American tabby today, I'd probably name it Nikki.
Until kids are 7 or 8, they don't think in these terms. A kitty is a kitty.
They'd notice the cat was gone.... eventually.... but I think you could replace a cat without comment. If I am going to break the news to a kid about a dead kitty, I'm gonna have a replacement handy.
Life will teach you to mourn. It's not a lesson you needed to learn at 4. When they quit believing in the tooth fairy and Santa Claus, then you can lay death on them. You don't lie, you just employ selective truth.
You can console a kid that is feeling bad, and you should be truthful, but you didn't need to go out of your way to dump the full brunt of reality on them. It's not something they are gonna understand anyway. Probably not until they are teenagers. And they're still probably gonna have some pretty whacky ideas about the way things are. That lasts until they are about 40.
You feel bad about losing an animal. Being a good parent sometimes means you don't share. A lot of the time you don't share. You paint on a smile and take them for ice cream. Shit can be hitting the fan, but you're still daddy.