I thought a few people* who were once close to me might reach out after Snickers died. They did not. I can’t say that I’m surprised. It’s kind of the opposite – a confirmation of their lack of caring about me (and Snickers). Although I’m not close to any of these people, we were close enough that they knew about the bond and many years I shared with Snickers. And we had some form of communication in the recent history.
But I haven’t heard a peep from them – not a text, not an email, and definitely not a call.
I have neighbors, who only know me as the “dog walking guy”, who have gone out of their way to catch me on the street to offer condolences.
My friends called me everyday while I was going through the decision making process and for a week afterward.
Even the vet tech who handed me Snickers ashes yesterday took time to walk around the counter to hand them to me face-to-face and whisper her condolences.
No contact sends a strong message about my “relationship” to these people.
We have no relationship.
I’m cool with that. It’s good to have clarity.
* If you’re reading this, you are not one of those people. They don’t care enough to read my blog.