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| Maybe you could tell one person (a friend if possible) at work and ask them to spread the word for you.
I dunno about a notice in the break room. Most people just don't understand the attachment we have with our animals. |
Ron wrote: Most people just don't understand the attachment we have with our animals.
Sad, but true. |
| I don't know if this will help at all, but the night I came home and found Mad paralyzed, I rushed first to my vet who in turn sent me to the emergency clinic who eventually sent me home saying they'd call me first thing. Not knowing what the next few days would bring and knowing I wouldn't sleep, I went back to work and worked until maybe 4 am, leaving my boss a note outlining what was going on and I'd be in when I could. Long story short, diagnostics went on for several days including transferring her to the vet school. The only way I could hold it together was to work at night when no one was in the office. The night before I got her MRI results, I knew it could be very, very bad news, so I left my boss a note saying I would be in during the day after, barring unforeseen circumstances, but to please ask people not to ask me about Maddie. Just in case.
I know it's a different situation, but it worked very nicely to get the news out, yet also let people know I couldn't face talking about it. Fortunately, her news was semi-good (she'd live if I was willing to rehab her). But either way I could walk into work and still function. When I lost my first OES I locked myself in my bedroom for three days. It took that long just to begin to function again. I do understand. 
Kristine |
When I lost my boy Spencer last year, I was "at work" in a manner of speaking...My husband and I (and our dogs) were selling my work at a 2 week long art fair in another town. Spencer was well known and loved by the other booth people, the fair organizers, security guards etc. Because he had been sick at the vets for several days, everyone was coming by regularly, asking me for updates on his condition. When we lost him, we told the vendor coordinator, and she immediately posted a notice in the fair office, spread the word as much as she could, and the next day there was an "obituary" in the fair newsletter. It did make things much easier on us, not having to tell our bad news over and over  Lucky for us, we were in a very supportive community of people. How you cope with this at your work could be very Dependant on the type of folks you work with.
Remember...if no one else, we here on the forum understand |
| I still cry when I remember the day in 1994 when we lost our first sheepie. I was inconsolable for days. When I went into work the next morning, I called everyone into our boss's office and said - I can only say this once. I worked through tears for a few days but no one bothered me.
I don't look forward to going through that again, but I have a senior girl . . . |
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It's rough going for awhile, but time does help (lots and lots of time....). I like Ron's idea of letting one person share the news in your office. When we lost our first sheepie, we were out of state on vacation (he was with us), so we told our close friends and family and asked them to spread the word. It really did help that we didn't have to repeat the story five hundred times, breaking down over and over again, as the whole thing was hard enough to deal with.
Laurie and Oscar |
| When Abbey passed away, I sent a mass, blind copied email to all our friends and family who knew and loved her....I figured that way they could hear the news and convey their sympathies without seeing me face-to-face. A lot of people responded by email (and some by phone) and I really appreciated that support.
I just liked having the distance in being able to tell them in writing, without having to actually verbally tell the same story over and over in front of people. Just a suggestion.... |
| I like the idea of hanging a notice in the break room.
Wish I had thought of that when I lost Owen. |
| I also like the idea of posting a notice in the break room. |
| The decision was made...a close friend asked me how Taylor was doing and didn't take "don't ask" as an answer. She gently pressed and the whole story came out and she cried with me. At work. I told her that since she has the whole story, anyone asking me I would send them to her. She agreed. One of the things I AM going to do is put his picture on my locker with "Rest in Peace" so I won't get asked month's done the line how "my puppies" are doing and putting fresh pain in my heart. On a new note...all my dog park friends know(Randy told them), and they gave me a wonderful sympathy card signed by all. |
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