As a boomer, was raised not to. Watched men die in a war, never cried. This summer cried like a baby holding my Golden Retriever as the vet put him to sleep. Life can be nuts.
Losing a cat hurts.
Losing a dog is to the bone.
“cried like a baby holding my Golden Retriever as the vet put him to sleep.”
I get it. Had a total meltdown when my kitty had to go to Rainbow Bridge. That was four years ago; I still bawl about it sometimes.
Never cried when my father or brother died, or my best friend. Weird.