A Ministry for the ones who know what it is pain caused by the loss of a pet or by surrendering a pet.
- Jeannie Belgrave
- Apr 9
- 2 min read
Updated: May 7
I know I’m not alone in this—I can’t be. Yet, I’ve rarely heard anyone speak openly about the deep pain that comes from losing a beloved pet or being forced to surrender one. It’s a kind of grief that often goes unseen, unacknowledged, and misunderstood.
That’s why I’ve created this sacred space—for those who carry this quiet sorrow. A place for hearts that have been broken by the loss of a loyal companion, and for those who’ve never had the chance to speak that pain out loud.
Through this ministry, I offer an ear to listen, a shoulder to lean on, and the friendship of someone who understands. Because what many don’t realize is that this kind of pain doesn’t just pass—it lingers. And it changes you.
Here is my story. I and the readers of this blog hope to read yours on the comments section below.
Due to changes in my marital status, I believed I had to leave everything—and everyone—behind to move forward with a new life.But the moment I surrendered my dogs, everything unraveled. I’ll never forget the image of my little Princess Key watching me walk away, or Sir KJ resisting the leash held by a stranger. Those memories haunted me day and night.
My family was my husband and my dogs. After the separation, my dogs were all I had left. I had worked from home for years, and they were more than pets—they were my companions, my comfort, my children, my everything.
Yes, they kept me on a daily routine, but more than that, they brought joy, tenderness, and peace. No matter how chaotic the world outside became, inside my home, life with my dogs was calm, loving, and judgment-free. I laughed at their little antics—even if training beagles proved nearly impossible. Over time, though, we developed a rhythm, an unspoken understanding. We were deeply connected. I had raised them since birth.
Surrendering them broke me. I cried every day until, by some miracle, I was able to bring them home again. I was one of the lucky ones.
Without them, I was frozen in time—just trying to survive with a broken heart.
I did not have to surrender my dog, he passed away due to old age. I still miss him. Like you said, it changed me. Thank you for posting this. It helps.