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Athena » Wed Feb 08, 2017 10:54 am wrote:What can we learn about being human when we lose a pet? First off why do humans even bond with animals? Exactly what does it mean to be bonded?
I lost my dog named Homie and I can't concentrate on anything. It is hard for me to get interested in the forums but I am trying. My home is getting more organized as I feel an agitation that is calmed when I move around. I am learning to walk without fear of tripping over my dog. I am learning not to look for him when I hear a sound. I would say bonding is a very physical thing and somehow this physical phenomena is connected with our emotions.
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doogles » February 9th, 2017, 4:12 am wrote:Athena » Wed Feb 08, 2017 10:54 am wrote:What can we learn about being human when we lose a pet? First off why do humans even bond with animals? Exactly what does it mean to be bonded?
I lost my dog named Homie and I can't concentrate on anything. It is hard for me to get interested in the forums but I am trying. My home is getting more organized as I feel an agitation that is calmed when I move around. I am learning to walk without fear of tripping over my dog. I am learning not to look for him when I hear a sound. I would say bonding is a very physical thing and somehow this physical phenomena is connected with our emotions.
I also commiserate with your loss Athena.
‘Grieving’ is not confined to humans. Animals also bond with other animals (including humans) and display what is colloquially referred to as ‘separation anxiety’ when their ‘pal’ is no longer around.
My wife and I had an interesting personal experience a couple of years ago when one of our two cats died at the age of 18. Both were the same age, but were not what you could call friends. They virtually just co-habited with one another, never got closer than one metre from one another and were more likely to hiss or slap each other if they got closer.
Yet when the first one died, the other commenced to wander around caterwauling loudly of and on for the next two years till she died.
As to the question of what is ‘bonding’, I have a working theory that’s not in the mainstream.
I noticed that Hyksos raised an issue recently about the stagnation in neuroscience. I think that psychology is in the same state. My impression after studying the old psychoanalysis , behaviourism and cognitive theory is that they have all gone up the wrong creek in the rivers of knowledge.
I’m convinced that mental imagery is our the main means of thinking and rationalisation. I believe it has been left behind by those who’ve gone up the wrong creek. I believe that we perceive the world via our senses and that we store visual, auditory, gustatory, olfactory and tactile images all over our brains.
Athena, if I asked you if you remembered what your pet dog looked like, sounded like, smelled like and felt like, I’d bet that those images would come up in your mind immediately. I believe that imagery is the total basis of how we think.
I also believe that we all create in our own minds a mini-replica of the little part of the world we each inhabit most days of our lives. (I believe that other animals think in such sensory images as well). We have mind maps and images that replicate every little thing we have perceived in the world about us.
You’ll appreciate the impact of this if ever a strange object or event suddenly appears in your immediate environment, or if a major feature such as a tree, or pole, or whatever, suddenly disappears from your immediate physical surroundings. If you’ve experienced such things, then it suggests that you’ve been subconsciously carrying around a mini-replica of your ‘home’ environment in your mind.
So if you accept that we all do such a thing subconsciously, you will also have to accept that we carry around all sorts of images relating to those things most precious to us – our sweethearts and pets. I’d love to be able to produce experimental evidence that we devote more of our thinking time to those things that give us the most pleasure, but unfortunately, experimental psychology is not currently based on imagery as the main method of thinking and rationalisation. But it makes sense to me.
You would have to admit that the amount of time we think about things (other people, animals, hobbies etc), that make us feel somewhat complete, exceeds those abstract events in our lives that are peripheral.
I believe that we exist each day and to some extent subconsciously rehash at some time the images of those things that are important to us, in the sense that if they suddenly disappeared, something would be missing in our lives. I regard this situation as defining who we are. It could be said that we bond with certain animate and inanimate things in our lives. Some people bond with images of financial wealth. I claim that it is a collection of these images that preoccupy each of us that become our self-images.
So if something disappears out of this mixed hash of things that are important to us, we experience a physical sense of loss.
Hence grief!
But that’s just my personal working theory.
autonomic (visceral motor) division of nervous system. Definition: that part of the nervous system that represents the motor innervation of smooth muscle, cardiac muscle, and gland cells.
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Dave_Oblad » February 9th, 2017, 1:43 pm wrote:Hi all,
Very good Doogles (thumbs up). Sad for your loss Athena. We do become very attached to our pets. Other than when my wife passed away, the next most traumatic events were taking the pet(s) to the Animal Shelter to be terminated. Not done on a whim of course, they are old and in constant pain. But driving them to be put down, one can't help but feel like a traitor. To intentionally kill something that you love and that loves you.. is the hardest thing to do in life. IMHO.
Regards,
Dave :^)
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Dave_Oblad » February 14th, 2017, 9:40 pm wrote:Hi Athena,
Well.. if I see a new video pop up on You-Tube of an elderly lady dragging a stuffed dog down the street on a leash.. I'll suspect I'll know who she is.. ;)
But seriously, I think there is a market for Robotic Dogs. Just a few more years and it may be hard to tell the Real ones from the Robotic ones. With a small amount of AI, they could become quite quirky and unique. Probably beloved by their owners too. Nothing wrong with getting attached to Machines. Strange world when Machines become attached to us though.
Best wishes,
Dave :^)
"The best friend a man has in the world may turn against him and become his enemy. His son or daughter that he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name may become traitors to their faith. The money that a man has, he may lose. It flies away from him, perhaps when he needs it most. A man's reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action. The people who are prone to fall on their knees to do us honor when success is with us, may be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its cloud upon our heads.
The one absolutely unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous is his dog. A man's dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master's side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer. He will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounters with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince. When all other friends desert, he remains. When riches take wings, and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens.
If fortune drives the master forth, an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him, to guard him against danger, to fight against his enemies. And when the last scene of all comes, and death takes his master in its embrace and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by the graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad, but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even in death."
George Graham Vest - c. 1855
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Sorry for your loss; I still miss my cat every day. He was my little buddy. But I think its important to share these details to help others recognize issues with their pets.Athena wrote: I didn't know his nightly agitation was a sign of a serious brain problem but thought he was just feeling lively. The final night was so bad, I was googling for information in the middle of the night, and I strongly suggest people with doubts do this. When I realized the symptoms were a brain disorder like a stroke or tumor, it seemed as though the time could not pass fast enough for the vet's office to open. We really want to believe our pets are okay when they may not be and many dogs are good at hiding the pain.
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Braininvat wrote:17 is a pretty good lifespan for a cat. I think the ratio to human years is around 5 (while it's 7 for dogs), so 17 would be equivalent to 85 years. Still, I question that ratio as a firm one, knowing friends who had cats that lived to be 22.
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JaneD » February 19th, 2017, 11:48 am wrote:Sorry for your loss; I still miss my cat every day. He was my little buddy. But I think its important to share these details to help others recognize issues with their pets.
I also spent a lot of time googling symptoms. It began with a plugged urinary tract/infection that revealed other problems.
I missed serious symptoms in my 17 y/o cat that I had to put down in October. Among other issues, he had developed high blood pressure which was easily treated. Panting after what was play activity was the sign that I missed. He was long haired, and always easily stressed and I just thought he was getting old. He also stopped slapping at the newbie cat we had adopted at bedtime treat time. I just thought maybe he was becoming OK with her. He woke up blind one morning via detached retina. His vision came back after like only 2 full days on blood pressure meds I was able to get at walmart - very cheap fix.
His ultimate cause of death was bladder cancer. He was also into kidney failure and had bladder stones that were likely related to his getting bladder cancer.
The sign of the bladder stone issue was reduced urine size. I had noticed his clumps were smaller and more of them but thought it was his way of covering up the new cats scent. He never liked sharing his house with the newbie.
The decline was rapid; from the UTI to my taking him into the vet to be put to sleep was 2 months. I was lucky to have a vet who's priority was the best interest of the pet. He probably would have been negatively affected by the stress of surgery/anesthesia for the bladder stones. Too much going on to fully recover.
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Braininvat » February 19th, 2017, 12:03 pm wrote:Difficult to watch pets suffer, especially as they may not have the cognitive resources to understand what is happening to them. We are cat lovers, and have been owned by many cats, and lost many over the years. The outdoor cats don't live as long, generally, especially when you live on the edge of a wild area in the West. The kidney and urinary tract seem to be the most vulnerable area for cats. Dry food is something they don't eat in nature, where they get most of their moisture from fresh prey, so they can neglect hydration quite easily. We've had several cats that only drank running water which goes back to a bias towards running water as fresher in a natural setting. They also don't like water bowls near their food bowl (again, comes from an instinct that relates to water near a kill being more likely tainted). The faucet drinkers were kind of pests about it, wanting us to go the sink or bathtub and turn the water on to a trickle for them. The trick was not forgetting you had done that and later discovering you had wasted many gallons of water by letting it run all day. When we went out of town, they were forced to "rediscover" the water bowl.
17 is a pretty good lifespan for a cat. I think the ratio to human years is around 5 (while it's 7 for dogs), so 17 would be equivalent to 85 years. Still, I question that ratio as a firm one, knowing friends who had cats that lived to be 22.
I ramble. I am sorry for your loss.
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Braininvat » February 21st, 2017, 11:24 am wrote:Yes, they do indeed make cat fountains. We never used them, partly being kind of Green and trying to minimize gadgets that use electricity all the time, partly being gone a few days now and then and not wanting to have leave something running that needs attention and frequent replenishing in dry mountain air. The separating water and food, however, we always do that, since some cats actually under-hydrate if they are on dry food and the water is too close to the food.
I wonder where Serpent has been lately. He knows cats. I like both cats and dogs, but right now, cats are what we can manage.
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Dave_Oblad » February 22nd, 2017, 10:33 pm wrote:Hi Athena,
Yea, I'm 66 and have outlived everyone I ever loved. It sucks. But when I get depressed over it I detach myself and look back at my life like a story. Ups and downs, good and bad, happy and sad. I've had an interesting life and, as a story goes, I can't complain. It's been a full life.
Regards,
Dave :^)
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BadgerJelly » February 26th, 2017, 9:37 am wrote:First of all, sorry for your "loss". I say "loss" because I am guessing you gained more from Homie than you could ever lose.
What is "bonding"? I look at it as what happens as a mutual benefit. That may sound clinical and detached, but I don't mean it to be. "Bonding" in the sense you're talking about is a direct emotional exchange between beings.
As an example of something more one sided it may be easier to see what I mean.
When I listen to a beautiful piece of music, or look at a picture that inspires me and gives me certain emotional feelings, what is happening is a recognition of myself. Loving a piece of music reveals a love within myself and I see my love through the picture. The picture though takes nothing from me (although if I meet the artist then "bonding" may begin).
I think it is this reason people get into destructive relationships. They have a need to confront their "negative" aspects and so this rises into the "bonding" of the relationship (I don't think it is this simple though, just of of many facets of human interactions). I think that is why some people stay in bad relationships, they are trying to confront themselves through the other person.
With grief the situation is comparable. The difference is the "bonding" process has gone even though the "bond" remains. The being you grieve is now like a "picture". It asks for nothing any more even though it keeps on giving. Coming to understand that even though the being has gone the bond will continue to help, support and teach you through life about life and about yourself as a being.
Grieving is a necessary emotional readjusting. Everyone deals with it in numerous different ways and some of us have more to deal with than others. It sometimes takes people time to understand they cannot replace an existing "bond" only build new ones.
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BadgerJelly » February 26th, 2017, 1:24 pm wrote:You bring another thought to mind.
When we humans experience something we like we try and do it again. The thing is the first experience is never what we will obtain again. The first experience is merely a gateway to something else. That said it is so damn easy to get caught up trying to relive the experience exactly as we did the first time (the ancient Greek thing about never crossing the same river twice.)
People probably approached you because of you as much as your furry friend. Your Homie may well have been thinking how lucky he was to have someone who knew so many affectionate people. That said who someone is is harder to see when they are alone. People reveal themselves more easily around others (except me! Haha!)
Thank you for sharing. You've made think about a few things I should probably pay more attention to in my life :)
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