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Dogs and "empathy"

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I'm not sure this will make any sense, but I will try to explain what I mean....

We lost our oldest, most awesome cat Thomas this morning. It was very sudden (heart failure due to a heart murmur we think), we got up to find him dead and of course we were very upset.

I realised I was unable to go and move him, so hubby called his dad to come and wrap him and move him. While we were waiting I decided I should at least clean up the urine around him. Pixie still hadnt' been out to pee, and despite me walking from the kitchen with paper towards the door to the backyard, she didn't follow me as usual to go outside. She just sat in the kitchen and watched me clean up. She didn't go over to sniff Thomas or anything. It was like she knew I was upset and she knew Thomas was dead and just kept her distance. On walks she always approaches dead animals.

So I did that, then went to my office to let Obi out of the crate to take them both out to pee. As soon as Obi spotted Thomas he ran straight up to him and started sniffing, he was told to leave it and we went outside.

Later on I also noticed that Pixie was staring at me a lot more than usual and seemed to understand that I was upset, while Obi seemed completely oblivious.

Pixie is a poodle x maltese, so typical lapdog, people oriented etc, while Obi is a terrier x. So just curious, and this is where I think I won't make sense, are lapdogs and the typical working breeds like poodles, labs, GSD's etc, more in tune with their humans than the more independent breeds? Like are they more sensitive to it, do they understand human stuff better? I hate to call it "empathy", but if I was going to use that word, do the working breeds and lapdogs have more empathy?

Just for the record, I'm not upset with Obi for not "caring", I never expected them to understand or care and I don't need them to. It was just something I noticed and was curious about.
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When my grandmother passed away (very suddenly), our toy poodle who was around 12 at the time, sat next to her and refused to leave her. Normally he wouldn't growl at anyone but he growled at the doctor and the undertaker and he had to be dragged away by my father.
Hamish adored my father (they were only together for 2.5 years) and when my father was ill Hamish refused to leave his side.
I am so sorry for your loss of Thomas. :hug: His raggedy ears tell a tale of a cat's life lived, eh? :fencing:
Yep :) Both his canines were broken too. I adopted him as a stray in 2006, so all the injuries are from before I got him. He was 13 when he died...

It still just seems surreal, surely Thomas can't die? And then I realise he did and then I get sad, and then I go back to not quite believing it.
I'm sorry about your cat, he was a handsome fella. I think dogs know when we are sad or happy and some will go towards us to be with us. Luke always goes near me when he can tell if I'm hurting or really excited. I think dogs can feel and know somehow what we're feeling either by us talking or just acting differently. Dogs can tell when someone is going to have a seizure or heart attack, so I think they can definitely tell if we are sad or happy. As for the breed of dog, I guess there are some breeds who don't care and there are some that do. Luke cares.
That sense of unreality after a death is so weird and disorienting, isn't it? All those firsts, all those times where that loved one fit into our lives that are now empty spots, they trip you up, and make you run into that void all over again, and again. :( On the comforting side, it sounds like he had a full, long, and well-loved life. (I lost my Rowdy cat, also adopted as a stray and rather battered by life, but full of love and personality, just last month. I share your pain. :( )
That sense of unreality after a death is so weird and disorienting, isn't it? All those firsts, all those times where that loved one fit into our lives that are now empty spots, they trip you up, and make you run into that void all over again, and again. :( On the comforting side, it sounds like he had a full, long, and well-loved life. (I lost my Rowdy cat, also adopted as a stray and rather battered by life, but full of love and personality, just last month. I share your pain. :( )
That's a nice way to say it, I like that. Sorry about your cat :(
when Izze died it all felt so surreal, like one day i was going to wake up & find that it was all a bad dream & i was going to wake up & see her there in her usual spot in front of the TV. in fact, for weeks after it all happened. (She died suddenly of a pulominary embolisim, she was to go in for surgery to repair a fracture in her back suffered by blunt trauma we thought someone did to her but could never prove it :'( ). still some times when i first wake up & look to where she used to sleep, i think i see her sleeping there :(.

so i get what your going through, believe me.
I remember the posts about Izze, so sorry :(

At feeding time I always catch myself thinking "where's Thomas?" because he's not eating with the others, and at night when we let some of them in I think "must let Thomas in so he doesn't get cold". Etc. Then I remember.
I remember the posts about Izze, so sorry :(

At feeding time I always catch myself thinking "where's Thomas?" because he's not eating with the others, and at night when we let some of them in I think "must let Thomas in so he doesn't get cold". Etc. Then I remember.
It takes a while for it to all sink in. Sometimes I think it is our way of denying it happened. I honestly feel we sometimes subconsciously do not want to believe it has happened. There are many stages that go along with death and acceptance.

I too still go to bed some nights and just as I am dozing off ... see Leeo coming around the corner of the bed to jump in with me. :(
Then I wake suddenly to a start. Even when awakening in the mornings ... he seems to always be the first thing on my mind ... still.

The feelings you are going through are complex and will probably be there for a while. I don't think we ever quite get over our loved ones death(s) completely whether it be human or our beloved pet(s).

Again ... I am so very sorry about Thomas.
I remember the posts about Izze, so sorry :(

At feeding time I always catch myself thinking "where's Thomas?" because he's not eating with the others, and at night when we let some of them in I think "must let Thomas in so he doesn't get cold". Etc. Then I remember.
I know, for so long after our daily walks & chuck it sessions were so lonely, what's worse was Josefina on he off leash time would look like she was 'looking' for something, she would run around like she usually does but she would look back at me & then look around almost like 'where's Izze?' it was hard.

Of course routines press on, the sun rises & the world makes its rounds. In my daily routine I don't 'miss' her (new dog, things fill in, you know) but in my heart there will always be a hole that no one will be able to fill :(. But I don't look for someone to fill it cue I know they can't.

When I adopted buddy I think he sensed that I was hurting & needed a friend :), it was a challenge to get him (foster parents were in Austin, we are just south of Brenham tx & we tried four or five times to meet with no avail but the sixth time was the charm & we got buddy :) ) he was soooooo worth it, I still miss Izze but I am blessed to have buddy in my life.

Lil fuzzy I will keep you in my prayers that you find peace & eventually, when the sting goes away, a new friend :).
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Thank you :) We have 5 other cats, so no plans of adding to the family any time soon. It does feel natural to get another cat though, I found myself toying with the idea of getting a kitten only hours after finding Thomas. I didn't even realise I had thought it until after. Not to replace him of course, but just because it seemed perfectly natural to get another cat.... It's hard to explain the though process behind it...

Today we visited the in laws for the first time since my FIL was here and wrapped Thomas for us, and it turns out Obi did do something quite out of character that day. I guess I was distracted, the cremation people had just arrived and we were talking about them taking Thomas away and they were giving us brochures. Apparently Obi sat on my FIL's lap for about 5 minutes while that was happening. Obi normally doesn't like anyone's lap but mine, and barely even tolerates being patted by other people, but that day he wanted to go up on his lap and sat there asking for pats and seemed to quite enjoy it. So I guess he did detect something out of the ordinary going on. His reaction was just different from Pixie's.
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Aw, Obi! Sounds like he might have needed some comfort, too. Or felt your FIL did.

How much do the other animals miss the one who's gone? That's a whole 'nuther subject!

I lost my dearest little (enter endless string of love-words) greyhound last September, and was just devastated; crying all the time, angry, sad, shocked, lost, depressed ... I sewed her fuzziest coat into a pillow so I could still hold "her". Every morning I woke to the pain, like a lost limb; how could I go forward in THIS world, the one without Wabi?

Our two other greyhound boys, do not get along with each other all that well, though they both did with Wabi, but did they miss her? Would I even have noticed through my own pain? I don't think they really made much of her not being there. They didn't seem to look for her, or anticipate her return, like they do when one of us humans is away. *shrugging* Without Wabi around to lighten the mix, our family was more of a job - keeping the boys safe and as happy as possible - than a joy.

I was asked to foster a young, scared borzoi, rescued from a shelter in Korea, 3 months later. Though it was our firm intent to move Katie through to a good home, her light-hearted determination to find good things in this new scary world won us over pretty quickly. She did not replace Wabi, but there was a role that Wabi played in our home that Katie slipped into with bouncy grace. Our family works better with her in it. Obviously, we failed fostering, and Katie's still here.

I tell that story only to say, who knows how or why we join up with each new animal? We think we can explain some of what we do or think, but it mostly works on a lot deeper levels. Maybe you will get a kitten, even though you tell yourself that's somehow wrong. Trust your innards when the time comes. {{Hugs}}
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That sense of unreality after a death is so weird and disorienting, isn't it? All those firsts, all those times where that loved one fit into our lives that are now empty spots, they trip you up, and make you run into that void all over again, and again. :( On the comforting side, it sounds like he had a full, long, and well-loved life. (I lost my Rowdy cat, also adopted as a stray and rather battered by life, but full of love and personality, just last month. I share your pain. :( )
Yeah exactly, that's exactly how I felt after Izze died, but I just didn't know how to explain it. I think it's also harder when it's a sudden death like Thomas' or Izze's bc ther is no time to 'prepare', you know?

But it doesn't matter how it happens, when someone loses a cherished animal friend, it's always so hard, & getting over it seems harder then Climbing mt Everast.
Yeah exactly, that's exactly how I felt after Izze died, but I just didn't know how to explain it. I think it's also harder when it's a sudden death like Thomas' or Izze's bc ther is no time to 'prepare', you know?

But it doesn't matter how it happens, when someone loses a cherished animal friend, it's always so hard, & getting over it seems harder then Climbing mt Everast.
So true!
Sending you hugs!
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