Saturday Morning Message: Pet Support
Author: Carol Lane
Sharing your space with a pet can be very rewarding. Just having your pet cuddle up next to you when you are feeling down can be uplifting. Pets help us in so many ways. This week, I thought I would write to tell you about my two dogs, Fiona and Henry. Fiona is the dog on the carpet, and Henry is the one on the couch. They are both Scotties who are more like humans than animals. They sit by me when I watch television or moderate the TAPS chats. Fiona even lies beside me in the computer room when I write the Saturday Morning Message and answer emails. They let me know when it is time to take a break and get a cup of coffee by barking at me to let them out. In the summer, I take my coffee outside to sit on the porch with them for a little while. They have been doing that for a long time, and I don't know what I would do without them.
TAPS has always had a therapy dog at the TAPS National Military Survivor Seminar and Good Grief Camp, and I am sure there will be at least one there this year. They are always surrounded by a group of survivors as they cuddle up with those who need their support.
On the TAPS Facebook page recently, there was an article about a puppy being trained by a mortician to help people who are grieving in Austin, Texas. Here is a video that explains how this dog is supporting the bereaved: "Puppy Helps People Grieve Through Tough Times."
Dogs aren't the only animals to help those who grieve. Klinger is a horse owned by the United States Army and works with the Cassion Platoon of the 3d U.S. Infantry Regiment (The Old Guard). He works to help those who are grieving. There is a wonderful children's book written about him titled "Klinger, A Story of Honor and Hope," by Betsy Beard and illustrated by Shelley Johannes.
I am looking for more questions in order to keep the Saturday Morning Message fresh. If you have questions or topics you would like to see addressed in the Saturday Morning Message, you can email me at email@example.com. I directly receive all responses that are sent to this address. In addition to replies that are placed in the message, I also look for thoughts you have. You can write to me anytime just to communicate or if you have thoughts on what could make the Saturday Morning Message more helpful. Replies to the weekly question are best sent to me by Tuesday afternoon. You are an important part of this message, and I look forward to your questions or any ideas you may have.
QUESTION FOR NEXT WEEK'S SATURDAY MORNING MESSAGE
The question this week is philosophical. It comes from Annette, mother of Joseph, who asks, "How has your outlook on your own death changed since the loss of your loved one?" She adds, "At the National Seminar last year, more than one person said to me, 'I am not afraid of death'. I feel the same way since losing Joe and wonder what others feel. I also find I am more certain of an afterlife." There is no right or wrong answer to this question. We look forward to reading what others think.
♫ SONG FOR THE WEEK
Caryn, mother of Nathan and spouse of Micheal, sent the song this week, which is "Standing By" sung by Pentatonix. Caryn wrote, "I love this song. It says, to me, that love is eternal. As I wait to be with them, they too are standing by waiting for me!"
ANSWER FROM SURVIVOR
From Betty, mother of Michael: Upon the news of my son Michael's death, our terrier-mix dog followed me everywhere in my home. She stared at me with her piercing eyes as if trying to understand my abject sorrow. Her occasional nudges for attention seemed to be a demonstration that she wanted to share some of my heartache, but I was unwilling to lend her any. It seemed nothing could appease the pain of loss.
Several months later, we were finally able to bring Michael's 85-pound "puppy," Athena, into our home. She is a piece of him that we cherish every day. One morning as I was walking our menagerie of three dogs along our country road and praying to God, I looked at Athena's wagging tail and thought about how happy she was in her new home. No sooner had that thought transpired when I felt the Lord reassuring me of how happy Michael was in his new home.
It took a wagging tail to bring me peace and proper perspective.