Here is my first story I ever wrote about grief. I was six years old and in the first grade at the time.
Here is the translation for those of your who need it. I was known as Patti at that age. My father was a forest ranger and we lived in the woods.
Lady was a little dog. Lady only a year old. She got lost in the woods and got a bullet. She had to go to the veterinarian. She had to die.
I remember getting Lady as a young puppy. Someone we knew had a littler of puppies and my sister and I got to pick her out. One day in the fall she just never came home. About a week later there was this faint sound at the door and it was Lady who had been shot by a hunter.
My father took her to the nearest vet, a long drive away. The vet had to put her down. She was too injured, and had too much infection to recover.
Somehow I instinctively knew how to write about the death of my dog. I am lucky. I was able to process this loss. I was able to share it with my teacher and that allowed me to close my own grief process, much the same as the Grief Recovery Method teaches.