We conducted a poll on Petplace.com about if dog owners thought dogs could mourn the death of another dog. The results were as follows:
59.3% of dog owners said that yes, all dogs will mourn
41.8% of dog owners said that some dogs will mourn but not all
1.5% said they were not sure.
0% of dog owns thought that no dogs mourned.
Here are stories from dog lovers about their dogs and their experience with mourning. Trixie is the alpha dog in our family. When her "sister" Sammie (both are Maltese) passed away, Trixie was very obviously depressed. Sammie had been a member of the pack even before Trixie got here. We had two other dogs at the time (Trixie's puppy, Lily, and our Irish setter, Tully). Through Lily, Tully, and extra attention, we were able to pull Trixie out of her depression. Despite that, like her human parents, I think Trixie still misses Sammie.
When our 16-year-old Lhasa passed away we where all devastated including our 2 year old Schnauzer. He would hardly eat and he would spend hours looking out the back door into the yard. When we opened the door he would race out on to the deck and survey the yard.... I guess he saw no signs of his best friend as he would just turn back around and walk slowly back to the door and sit down. His obvious sadness added to our own. We gave him lots of extra attention and took him places with us when we could. After a few months we went as a family to look at another puppy and the one he seemed to be interested in the most, we brought home. We all love out new furry boy and it is wonderful to see them playing or sleeping together, but of course he can never replace the one we lost, he will be forever in our hearts.
My dog Abbey mourned when my granddaughter moved out with her MinPin Suzie. Also my cat Muffin mourned the loss of our other cat Amy to the point she died several months later.
My sister's dog of 13 years died. They buried him in the backyard. The Golden Retriever still after 3 months goes out to the burial spot and lays down on it. She was very lost and upset when he died. I think she truly misses him and she knows that he is buried there.
Yes. When we lost our 7year old pom, our 9-year-old pom went into depression. She quit eating except for a little that we hand fed her. She slept in the bed that was bought for the sick 7-year-old and wanted nothing to do with any of us. After several weeks of this, a friend of mine that she had not seen for about 4 years visited and when she realized who it was she went crazy. The friend took us to her place for a week and my 9 year old was back to her normal self from then on. Well, sort of, she wanted to stay with my friend after that instead of me. I guess she kind of blamed me for the 7 year old never coming back home after my taking her to the vets and not bringing her back home with me.
I brought my dog to the vet on Saturday for a regular routine check-up and there was a woman on the porch crying. I walked by her and said I was sorry, but my dog refused to let me go in the door. She wanted to console this woman! So, Missy Tess spent five minutes licking this woman's hands, until the woman said, 'Thank you. That's just what I needed, to know there are other lovely creatures in the world"
Yes, I positively believe dogs do mourn the loss of a companion, whether it be canine, or feline. My case in point, my aunt has a 4-year-old German Shepherd, and when her 14 year old Orange Tabby cat, Sandy passed away, Gretchen, (her dog), would go thru the house day and night looking for her, upstairs, and downstairs. Then she got to sleep at the foot of the "cat tree " in the family room, just laying there and whining for her little feline buddy. Yep, dogs definitely have the feelings to mourn the loss of a companion. Ron, Springfield, MO.
I just lost my 9-year-old border collie/chow, Mabel, last month, to an insidious spinal tumor, which did not manifest any warning before causing fatal injury. My 7-year-old American Staffordshire terrier, Otis, adored her, as did I. He has become very needy and clingy with me, and much more demanding and vocal. I try to take him out as much as possible, and he seems happy when he is running on the beach and hunting ground squirrels in the rocks and boulders, but when we return home he still is not the same as when she was here. I guess I have not stopped grieving yet, and that is probably not helpful to him.
At the moment I have an Alaskan Malamute who is 7 years old. His alpha female and best buddy is my 8-year-old German shepherd who has just been diagnosed with lymphosarcoma. She has been on chemo for three weeks and is doing well but I know the time will come when things may not be so good. I am sure my Malamute will miss her. I dread that time to come. Nancy
I want to tell a story about 3 precious girls. It isn't really about what I did for then. You'll see what I mean. When I was 15, I adopted a cocker spaniel, Fuji. A year later I adopted Sophia, a Siamese. Both were already adults but I had them well into my 20's. Along the way, Patience, a chow/shepherd mix, joined our family. They were an unlikely trio. Patience was always into something. Fuji was the wise one trying to keep order. Sophia was royalty & yet tried to keep her two best friends groomed as well as she was. Fuji grew old & tired. When she passed away, Sophia & Patience mourned along with me. We eventually learned to cope together. Sophia loved being pampered. She'd lie on top of Patience & became very motherly. I took Patience to the lake & fields. They were content living a life of leisure in the country. When Sophia died, Patience once again mourned. I tried to keep our routine. She lost her playfulness & would just lay in their favorite places. She didn't even wrestle me when I gave her a bath. She was missing for several days, which was so unlike her. I called her & looked everywhere. She finally came home but was really sick. The vet discovered kidney failure & explained the options. Treatment would basically prolong the inevitable & the state she was in wouldn't improve. We could only try to make her as comfortable as possible. I also had the choice of putting her to sleep. I went back to see her. She was so weak & looked at me in a way I'll never forget. Her eyes were fixed on mine. It was like she was telling me it was time to let go. I wanted her with me, but I couldn't bare to watch her die a slow, agonizing death. It was so hard to say goodbye. Even if kidney failure was the diagnosis & I had to make that awful decision, I know she really died of a broken heart. Her grief was too deep. I'm now 39 with 2 children who love animals as much as I do. We have 3 dogs & a cat. I tell them about my sweet, beautiful girls. I have so many wonderful memories with them. I love them so much & they loved me right back. The love between them taught me that no matter how different you are, the heart has no boundaries. Sincerely, Denise B., SC