Hi guys, I don't really tend to post much on Reddit but I'm looking for some help, I'm a final year graphic design and illustration student based in Ireland, I'm looking into doing a project on the relationship between pets and their owners in a therapeutic sense. I'm hoping to maybe find some short stories or experiences where your pet has helped you through a rough or hard time in your life, and translate that into a small book with and a hand drawn illustration / portrait of the said pet, just to give the stories a face and a way to memorialize your pet.
I'm looking into this because it's my final project until i graduate and I had a very touching experience with my cat at a dark time in my life, and I think it only fair for me to share my story if I'm expecting you to share yours.
it's going to be a bit long and I will go into some details but it will all come together by the end;
So back in 2012 I was attacked by two drunk guys when I was on my way home, I had some serious dental damage done and went straight to A&E. The next day I went to the police to make a statement, described the main guy who attacked me and they told me that they knew exactly who he was, that he was from a bad family and that he was no stranger to them, but the fact that he was 17 at the time meant that he probably wouldn't get more than a slap on the wrist and that the repercussions for me following up might not be worth it. out of fear of that I talked to my mum who agreed that it wouldn't be worth it and to drop it. So i did. But after that everything had changed. I used to be a very outgoing, almost fearless where I'd walk everywhere (my town isn't very big so everything like a 20 minute walk from my house) but I was so scared that I'd see them again that I pretty much became a recluse. I stopped going out pretty much for weeks at a time, and if i did go anywhere It would be with my mum. This lead to a lot of my friendships falling apart because people tried to get me to go out and get over it but I just couldn't and it got to the point where they stopped asking me out, and talking to me all together. Looking back now I can see why, I was a mess, I was always depressed, I was scared and I just felt so alone.
Around this time our family had a cat, Pickles who was maybe 2 at the time. Now I was always very distant with her because my mum had my dog re-homed about two months before we got her, and for whatever reason I resented and almost blamed Pickles for him being gone. But over time the fact I wasn't leaving the house meant I was around her a lot more, which meant she would come into my room and roll around on the floor until I'd pet her. This developed over time to where she was in my room almost all day everyday, when I left my room she followed me, when I went back upstairs she followed me back up and idk, it was like she was my shadow. It turned into this thing where If she wasn't there It was an abnormality and I'd panic and look for her. She in a way became my constant company and when i had her around things were better, I wasn't so alone. It got to the point where my family would make jokes saying pickles was my gaybie (gay baby).
Anyways, go on a few years and things started to get better, but pickles was always a constant in my life, I never really grew out of not leaving my house but in time i was getting better about it. Pickles was starting to get sick so I brought her to the vet and they told me she had a heart murmur, that there was medication that could help but wouldn't cure it. Of course I was like "no she's going to be okay, i'll make sure she's okay". So she was on the medication for and things started to go back to normal. About 2 months pass and I'm woken up by my sister who tells me she heard a thud in my mum's room and she thinks it was pickles. So I go to check what it was and sure enough it was Pickles, she must have fallen off my mum's bed and had a heart attack and died instantly, because when i found her she was still very warm and limp. I just sat on my mum's bedroom floor and held her in my arms sobbing until she started to go stiff, it must have been a couple of hours but eventually I got a blanket and an old cardboard box I had sitting around and wrapped her up and put her in it. It was night time by this time and my mum had come home and we made plans to go to the vet in the morning to get her cremated. I didn't have the money to get her cremated by herself so I could get her ashes, but to get her cremated with other pets, it was 50 euro which I could pay, of course If i had the money I would have got her ashes to keep but it just wasn't something I could do at the time and there wasn't a chance I was asking anyone in my family for help, especially because It kind of became a bit of a mockery where my family would make remarks like "I can't believe you're going to pay 50 euro to get her cremated when you just put her in the bin". It was around that time I just knew no one really understood how much Pickles meant to me and how much she did for me emotionally, if it wasn't for that cat I don't even know where I would be right now. she got me through some of the hardest times in my life so far.
As you can imagine this destroyed me and made it to the point where I got severely depressed, much more so than I had ever been before (I didn't even mourn like this when my grandparents died and no one could understand why i was so emotionally invested in this cat but there was no use in trying to defend or talk about it, they had no idea just how much she had helped to heal me and just how alone I felt, and I knew it would come to the same "its only a cat" conversation and I just wasn't able for that argument.
A few weeks went by and my best friend at the time (she lives in Tennessee) organised with a few mutual friends to get a portrait commission done of Pickles for my birthday, and honestly it was one of the sweetest things that anyone had ever done for me. The artist she hired did two, one of pickles alone and one of her and I together. I have them both framed and they're two of my favorite things I own.
https://i.redd.it/ve3d76f36bp21.jpg
She also added this small card, which really touched my heart and really did help me heal especially knowing that someone else out there understood what Pickles meant to me:
https://i.redd.it/fzwkblcq6bp21.png
So that's my story, the reason I want this to be my final year project which will be on exhibition to the public, to let them know just how much our pets can mean to us, that they can heal us, and I know that I'm not the only one out there who has had a relationship to a pet like this, that they're something to be celebrated and something that will always matter.
If you do have a story or a memory and a photograph of your pet, please share it with me either below this thread or in a private message and help me bring this project into fruition.
Thank you all <3
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