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if you think pets don’t feel stuff, you’re living in a Disney movie where everyone’s always happy and nobody ever gets left behind. Real talk: pets catch the sads just like we do. I’ve seen it with my own mutt—dude went full Eeyore after his best pal moved out of town. Moping, ignoring his squeaky dinosaur, sighing like he’d just finished binge-watching a tragic mini-series. Heartstrings? Tugged.
It’s not just “Oh, they’re sleepy.” Nah. It’s “I’m not getting out of bed, Mom. Not for bacon, not for belly rubs, not even for the mailman.” Sometimes, all it takes is a big shakeup—like moving to a new place, or suddenly losing their favorite human—to send their mood down the drain. They can’t write us a moody diary entry, so you’ve got to spot the clues: weird behavior, ghosting their toys, just not themselves.
Here’s where you get creative—channel your inner pet therapist-slash-entertainment director. New games, mystery treats hidden around the house, or—my favorite—impromptu “who can bark louder” contests. Sometimes it’s as simple as a road trip to the park, windows down, ears flapping in the wind like some kind of canine superhero. Just being there, letting them lean into you, reminding them you’re their ride-or-die.
And hey, if you’re in over your head? No shame in phoning a pro. Vets and behaviorists have tricks up their sleeves, and sometimes all it takes is a fresh set of eyes—or, okay, the occasional prescription.
So yeah, pets are emotional masterpieces, not stuffed animals. You gotta tune in, get weird, and show up for them. What’s your go-to move when your beastie’s down in the dumps? Or are you the one who ends up eating ice cream on the floor with them? Don’t lie.
It’s not just “Oh, they’re sleepy.” Nah. It’s “I’m not getting out of bed, Mom. Not for bacon, not for belly rubs, not even for the mailman.” Sometimes, all it takes is a big shakeup—like moving to a new place, or suddenly losing their favorite human—to send their mood down the drain. They can’t write us a moody diary entry, so you’ve got to spot the clues: weird behavior, ghosting their toys, just not themselves.
Here’s where you get creative—channel your inner pet therapist-slash-entertainment director. New games, mystery treats hidden around the house, or—my favorite—impromptu “who can bark louder” contests. Sometimes it’s as simple as a road trip to the park, windows down, ears flapping in the wind like some kind of canine superhero. Just being there, letting them lean into you, reminding them you’re their ride-or-die.
And hey, if you’re in over your head? No shame in phoning a pro. Vets and behaviorists have tricks up their sleeves, and sometimes all it takes is a fresh set of eyes—or, okay, the occasional prescription.
So yeah, pets are emotional masterpieces, not stuffed animals. You gotta tune in, get weird, and show up for them. What’s your go-to move when your beastie’s down in the dumps? Or are you the one who ends up eating ice cream on the floor with them? Don’t lie.
