I’m not sure — I haven’t faced a whole lot of hardships in my life, I guess. That, or I’m not as easily phased as I possibly should be. Like, big things happen and I’m like ‘eh whatevvs’ but then something tiny happens and I freak out.
This might sound daft but I suppose the most difficult thing I’ve experienced was the death of my dog, Lolly, in July. She was about seventeen years old and we’d had her about….fifteen years maybe? I seriously loved her and, by the time of her death, it was my job to walk her and take out to her the toilet at night. I was also in charge of feeding her at night, as well as watering her and making sure she was okay to eat and drink when she was having trouble walking. So, yeah, I always loved her but, near the end, I felt super close to her. Tbh, I flat-out refused to watch her get buried (she’s at the foot of the garden now) because I didn’t want to see her. Like, I said goodbye to her before she was taken to get put down and I’ll gladly make my peace with that. That was a good last moment with her and I don’t want to remember her any other way. Honestly, dead animals make me super upset anyway; I get super emotional about that stuff. If Muffin or Biggles (my cats) bring in a dead mouse, it’ll just upset me because I’m daft. I can’t imagine having to see the dead body of an animal I loved, ugh.
I don’t think any single event in my life has upset me nearly as much as that one. So, yeah, I guess that’s my answer.