Grief Scapegoats

Today my dog life was again been attacked by my family during a time of great family grief. I have to understand that it's a lashing out at anything, displaced anger, irrational words because the real thing we're angry at is that we cannot change what has happened. Someone we love has died. It does hurt to be accused of caring more about my dogs than my family. My dogs are part of my family. I can understand that, but not everyone can. I can't change who I am and if I did, would it make any difference? I think the answer is no, except for myself. I would be very hollow.

I am biting my tongue and not lashing back because I am hurt and unfairly accussed of letting someone down.

I can't change what has happened to anyone. I can do what I can to be supportive. But I don't think that needs to mean I should forsake my life with my dogs.

I was already sad today and I didn't know why. Maybe some part of me knew this was coming.