How Animals Grieve [NOOK Book]

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From the time of our earliest childhood encounters with animals, we casually ascribe familiar emotions to them. But scientists have long cautioned against such anthropomorphizing, arguing that it limits our ability to truly comprehend the lives of other creatures. Recently, however, things have begun to shift in the other direction, and anthropologist Barbara J. King is at the forefront of that movement, arguing strenuously that we can—and should—attend to animal emotions. With How Animals Grieve, she draws our ...
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Overview

From the time of our earliest childhood encounters with animals, we casually ascribe familiar emotions to them. But scientists have long cautioned against such anthropomorphizing, arguing that it limits our ability to truly comprehend the lives of other creatures. Recently, however, things have begun to shift in the other direction, and anthropologist Barbara J. King is at the forefront of that movement, arguing strenuously that we can—and should—attend to animal emotions. With How Animals Grieve, she draws our attention to the specific case of grief, and relates story after story—from fieldsites, farms, homes, and more—of animals mourning lost companions, mates, or friends. King tells of elephants surrounding their matriarch as she weakens and dies, and, in the following days, attending to her corpse as if holding a vigil. A housecat loses her sister, from whom she's never before been parted, and spends weeks pacing the apartment, wailing plaintively. A baboon loses her daughter to a predator and sinks into grief. In each case, King uses her anthropological training to interpret and try to explain what we see—to help us understand this animal grief properly, as something neither the same as nor wholly different from the human experience of loss.  The resulting book is both daring and down-to-earth, strikingly ambitious even as it’s careful to acknowledge the limits of our understanding. Through the moving stories she chronicles and analyzes so beautifully, King brings us closer to the animals with whom we share a planet, and helps us see our own experiences, attachments, and emotions as part of a larger web of life, death, love, and loss.
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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Anthropology professor King (Being with Animals) shares facts, anecdotes, and thoughts about rela-tionships throughout the animal kingdom, from birds that return to each other year after year to a baby elephant that mourns its mother. King defines the conditions necessary for animal love to include ani-mals actively choosing to be together and the suffering of the animal when its partner is no longer pre-sent. When these conditions are met, "Grief blooms because two animals bond, they care, maybe they even love—because of a heart's certainty that another's presence is as necessary as air." King's thoughtful, warmhearted prose will raise awareness and amaze readers as they learn about a dog who rescued his canine companion from being buried alive; a baboon's stages of grief and apparent depres-sion following the loss of her adult daughter; and a dolphin that committed suicide, witnessed by her trainer. Though many observations support the concept of grief among animals, King also discusses situations that do not indicate grief and concludes that, though it may be an individual behavior, its significance is not diminished for those mournful individuals. As for humans, "We grieve with human words but animal bodies and animal gestures and animal movements." (May)
PETA

"King makes a compelling case for the rich and deep emotional lives of other animals."
Publishers Weekly
"King's thoughtful, warm-hearted prose will raise awareness and amaze readers."
EcoLit
"Let me begin by saying I recommend this book to anyone who doubts that animals grieve. The evidence presented is overwhelming."
Shelf Awareness
"How Animals Grieve is not the definitive work on animal grief, but rather a stepping-stone to further investigation, observation and understanding. King hopes others will continue to look with fresh eyes, expand our knowledge and better understand all animals."
Psychology Today - Marc Bekoff
"Admirably, carefully, and cautiously reviews and synthesizes a topic that is of great interest to numerous people, including those who are fortunate enough to live with nonhuman companions, those who are lucky enough to study them, and those who are interested in other animals for a wide variety of reasons."
Booklist

"A beautifully written book that will appeal to animal lovers."
Cynthia Moss

“Barbara J. King has pulled together anecdotal and scientific data on grief and love in animals in her excellent book How Animals Grieve. With her engaging story telling she opens up our eyes to the possible inner lives of some surprising species. We expect big-brained chimpanzees and elephants to express their feelings, but her tales of rabbits, goats, birds, turtles and others force us to look again at the emotional content of animal lives.”

Jennifer Holland

“Poignant, thoughtful, and sometimes heartbreaking. King once again elevates the discussion of animal emotion. She tackles a tricky subject with a scientist's care and an animal lover's grace.”
Jessica Pierce

"I must admit that I was skeptical that an entire book could be written on the subject of animal grief, because the scientific literature in this area is so painfully thin. But Barbara King has succeeded beautifully. She has collected an incredible database of stories about various kinds of animals, and taken together they offer more than enough substance to sustain this book. It is as if she has created a mosaic for her reader. She has collected bits and pieces--individual stories about one animal or another--which by themselves might be little but trifles. But King pastes them together with masterful skill, and the result is a compelling picture of animal grief. We get the feeling that there are still a lot of blank spaces on the canvas, as our scientific understanding is far from complete, but it is only a matter of time before these spaces will begin to fill in. How Animals Grieve is a fascinating book which will interest and inform animal lovers and scientists alike."
David Kirby

"In this deeply moving and beautifully composed treatise that is sure to anger some, but inspire many, Barbara King methodically presents her powerful evidence that many animals possess thoughts, feelings and emotions, including the profound sense of loss following the death of a family member or close companion. Consider, for example, the female dolphin who carries her dead calf for several days, loath to part with her beloved child. What else is she doing but grieving? It might be a controversial, minority viewpoint that some animals mourn the death of others, but King's profound and well-documented work has left me firmly in her camp."
Gene Baur
"Humans and other animals experience love and fear, and form deep emotional bonds with cherished companions. We mourn when a close friend dies, and so do other animals, as Barbara King's poignant book illustrates in compelling detail. How Animals Grieve helps us to connect and to better understand the complex social lives of other animals and of ourselves."
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780226043722
  • Publisher: University of Chicago Press
  • Publication date: 3/28/2013
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 208
  • Sales rank: 272,213
  • File size: 3 MB

Meet the Author

Barbara J. King is professor of anthropology at the College of William and Mary. She is the author or editor of many books, including Being with Animals. She blogs regularly for National Public Radio and reviews for the Times Literary Supplement.
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How Animals Grieve


By BARBARA J. KING

THE UNIVERSITY OF CHICAGO PRESS

Copyright © 2013 Barbara J. King
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-226-04372-2


Chapter One

KEENING FOR CARSON THE CAT

The home of my friends Karen and Ron Flowe in Gloucester, Virginia, is decorated merrily. Candles shine a welcome in each window. An all-white Christmas tree graces the entrance, and a multicolored tree sparkles upstairs. The special music, food, and holiday anticipations of December have long enchanted the household.

This year, though, the air is scented with sorrow. Willa, a Siamese cat, wanders from room to decorated room, pausing first at the ottoman in front of the fireplace. With a glance at the soft, warm cushion, she lets out a wail. Moving on to the master bedroom, she jumps to the head of the bed and pushes her face and body into a cozy cave-space behind the pillows. She looks, and looks; another wail escapes her. It's sudden and terrible, not a noise one would expect from a cat.

Willa cannot still herself. The only thing that helps is when she's folded into an embrace by Karen or Ron, or when she's reclined in one of their laps. She is searching for her sister Carson, who died earlier in the month. For the first time in fourteen years, Willa is no longer a sibling, no longer the more outgoing and dominant half of an enduring partnership.

She's Willa, alone. And she grieves.

Willa and Carson—named for famed writers Willa Cather and Carson McCullers—arrived in this literary Virginia household on Shakespeare's birthday, April 23. Willa had been the plump pick of the litter. Carson had been offered at half price. Runty, a bit, the seller acknowledged.

Carson acted in some peculiar ways right from the first week. Showing unusual sensory acuity, she fluffed up at the smallest sounds or movements. During one windstorm, she climbed to Ron's shoulder and pressed tightly against his neck. Sometimes, and strangely, she would progress across a room not in a linear path but by walking in circles. She did not meow, and even her purrs were faint; the Flowes concluded she was mute.

Then came the declawing. Willa and Carson went together for the surgery (like many of us, the Flowes routinely declawed their indoor cats for years but no longer subscribe to the practice). The veterinarian, however, missed one of Willa's claws, so back she went for follow-up care. Left at home, Carson began to scream, recalls Karen. Carson searched the house for Willa, and cried.

The sisters were soon reunited, and a contented life ensued, ruled by sun patches, excellent food, and loving laps. Always the leader, Willa would strike out for a favored spot—the warm ottoman or a preferred corner of the bed—and Carson would follow. Once settled, the pair often pressed their bodies lightly together, like the joined wings of a butterfly. If one fell ill, the other would tend her sister and groom her.

As she aged, Carson struggled with severe arthritis and developed a troublesome bowel-impaction problem. She lost weight and required surgery. Trips to the vet became routine. When Carson was away from the house, Willa acted out of sorts, but these separations were brief, and Carson always recovered enough from her bad patches to sustain an active relationship with her sister.

Then, on a December day, Carson began to shake, a symptom she had not experienced before. Her body temperature dropped, and at the vet's recommendation, she was put into an incubator. Cocooned in the incubator's warmth, Carson went to sleep that night and never woke up.

Ron and Karen felt grateful that Carson had died in her sleep, with no suffering. Yet their grief was substantial. As for Willa, she at first expressed that mild, something's-not-quite-right, out-of-sorts mood that one sister typically exhibited when apart from the other. The Flowes anticipated a stronger response might ensue, but they were unprepared for what did happen.

"Within two or three days," Karen says, "Willa started acting bizarrely. She was looking and looking for Carson, and she began emitting these sounds that we had never heard from her, that I have never heard from any animal, as a matter of fact. If I'm going to be literary, I've read Irish literature and it talks about the keening for the dead—and keening sounds like the closest to what she was doing. Willa was searching all the time, and all of a sudden she'd let out this horrific ..." Karen's voice trails off, then picks back up: "As soon as Willa got into my lap, she would stop. She was grieving. She is getting better now, just like humans do."

Was Willa expressing grief ? Couldn't it be that she was just unsettled by the sudden change in her day-to-day life? Writing for the magazine Modern Dog, Stanley Coren remarks on just this point, one that applies equally to cats: "In the animal behavior world at large, the jury is still out on whether dogs are actually mourning the loss of a loved one, or simply exhibiting anxieties related to the change in routine."

Skeptics love to cry "Anthropomorphism!," suggesting that animal lovers too readily ascribe human emotions to other creatures. And the skeptics have a point: Rather than accepting uncritically the existence of animal grief, or animal love, or any other complex emotion in nonhuman animals, we should first weigh other, simpler explanations. In Willa and Carson's case, we know something relevant from their long history together. We know that after the declawing surgery, Carson cried out for Willa even though Willa was out of the house only temporarily.

But Willa's response after Carson's death was an order of magnitude different from anything that had happened before. Karen is convinced that Willa had intuited a finality in her sister's absence. In part this may have been triggered by Karen and Ron's own mourning, visible and audible as it was to Willa. And in part, too, it may relate to the choices that the sisters made, day after day, to intertwine their bodies. Mightn't that physicality have led to an embodied sort of knowledge? Wouldn't Willa somehow grasp, when she no longer could curl up with her sister, that Carson's absence was permanent?

I want to emphasize that animal grief does not depend upon a cognitive mastering of the concept of death. That's a recurring message of the stories and the science in this book. We humans anticipate—sometimes dread, sometimes welcome—death, and after a certain point in childhood, we grasp what it means to die. Maybe some other animals do have a sense of that finality, as Karen posits for Willa. Yet as I noted in the prologue, my definition of grief is linked not to some feat of thinking but instead to feeling. Grief blooms because two animals bond, they care, maybe they even love—because of a heart's certainty that another's presence is as necessary as air.

When it came to Carson, Willa's heart bore that certainty. Karen wondered what to do for Willa the survivor, other than dosing her with extra affection. She mused about acquiring another adult cat, in order to restore the household's Siamese symmetry. But she knew a powerful if simple truth that cuts across species lines: loved ones are irreplaceable.

In Histoires Naturelles, a nineteenth-century collection of essays devoted to animals of the French countryside, Jules Renard writes of an ox named Castor. One morning, Castor emerges from his shed and heads as usual to his yoke. "Like a maid drowsing, broom in hand, he goes on chewing while waiting for Pollux," his longtime partner.

But something has happened. What precisely it is, Renard does not say. The dog yaps nervously. The farmhands run about and shout. And next to him, Castor feels "twisting, hitting ... fuming." Turning to look, he sees not Pollux but another ox. "Castor misses his partner," writes Renard, "and seeing the troubled eye of this unknown ox next to him, he stops chewing."

How much feeling Renard crams into this understated passage. Castor isn't content with just any ox; it's Pollux he knows, Pollux he misses. Animals matter to each other as individuals. Sisters matter.

Eventually, Karen and Ron did adopt a young cat named Amy, a gorgeous Russian blue with a pretty "locket" of white hairs on her upper chest. Amy had been left at an animal shelter by a breeder of pure Russian blue cats; those few white hairs, not standard for her breed, reduced her value. (Amy's rejection by the breeder strengthens my resolve to adopt animals from shelters or other rescue organizations, as we have done with our six indoor cats.) When Karen visited the shelter in search of a companion for Willa, Amy climbed into her lap and settled into a purr. And just as Amy chose Karen that day, Karen chose Amy.

In bringing Amy home to Willa, Karen hoped to tap into a phenomenon that animal-behavior scientists discovered decades ago: When emotionally troubled, a social animal may reap great benefits from caring for a younger companion. This principle was driven home in the aftermath of the "separation experiments" done in the 1960s by Harry Harlow and his colleagues, who sought to understand the nature of the mother-infant bond in monkeys and what happens in its absence.

These scientists famously demonstrated that six months' or a year's worth of isolation caused young rhesus monkeys to become psychologically disturbed. Without the company and comfort of their mothers or other companions, the monkeys rocked back and forth, clasped themselves, and acted exactly like what they were, severely depressed primates. It's painful to read about these experiments now, because the monkeys suffered so much to prove a point that in retrospect looks startlingly obvious.

When introduced to other monkeys their age who had been reared normally, these disturbed monkeys couldn't cope well. Lacking social experience, they knew nothing of the right signals to give their peers to bring about positive encounters. But when given a chance to spend time with normal younger monkeys, even the harmed, broken, motherless monkeys began to improve. The younger monkeys functioned, the scientists found, as therapists of a sort. In a classic paper published in 1971, Harlow and Stephen Suomi wrote, "6-month-old social isolates exposed to 3-month-old normal monkeys achieved essentially complete social recovery."

What the monkey experiments demonstrated is the balm of responding, even when in emotional pain, to creatures who are younger and less threatening. Of course, Willa was not a social isolate, so the analogy with the monkey experiments only goes so far. But the idea is broadly similar. When Amy first arrived in the house, Willa vocalized her objection. She made a noise wholly unlike her Carson-wail, a growl more like the roar of a tiny lion. And with it, the point was made: Willa was not thrilled to have this unfamiliar cat, however young and unthreatening, on her turf.

Soon, though, Willa began to engage more actively with what was happening around her than she had in months. She actively sought to be in the same room as the new arrival. "Willa had something new to think about," Karen told me with a smile. Even though her first response wasn't a warm one, Willa was coaxed by Amy's presence out of her diminished state, the condition of mild emotional detachment in which she had dwelled since the loss of Carson.

At first, Willa and Amy, even if in the same room, kept their distance. Only in one situation did they tolerate each other's nearness: when both wanted to be physically close to Karen. When Karen relaxed on the couch or reclined in bed, the two cats took up positions on either side of her—safely separated by the person they loved. This went on for about six months. Then, one fall day, Karen fell asleep on the couch with Willa snuggled close. After perhaps an hour's nap, Karen awoke to find Willa still in place near her hip, and Amy up at her shoulder. The two cats were in fur-to-fur contact. "And," as Karen puts it, "there were no ugly noises!"

Willa and Amy's relationship entered a fresh phase. Once, Amy licked Willa from head to toe; Willa expressed no blissful purr, but she did allow the intimacy. And then the two cats began eating side by side, from the same bowl. The relationship that Willa and Amy have developed is far less intimate than what Willa shared with her sister for all those years. Willa and Amy never knot themselves into a tight circle or press close in the siblings' butterfly formation. Willa has selected a new favorite sleeping place, one she never frequented when Carson was alive. She burrows into the space between Karen's pillow and Ron's, and faces the wood of the headboard. Once, Karen caught Amy investigating this spot, as if to see what the attraction was for Willa, but Amy never tries to sleep there.

A remnant of that tight two-sister circle remains. Willa, when napping on the bed or on the ottoman (a spot she shared with her sister), still makes her half-moon. To Karen, this is an evocative image because it's so incomplete: the empty space speaks to her of Carson. "There's an emptiness in Willa's posture now," Karen says.

Karen knows that Willa's physical and emotional well-being have improved since Amy's arrival. Willa has put on weight, grooms herself more fastidiously, and is more vigorous in her overall approach to life. Are memories of Carson still rooted in Willa's mind? Do images of sharing the fire-warmed ottoman with her sister flicker through her dreams? This realm of the cat-mind goes beyond science.

In 2011 I began writing a weekly post on anthropology and animal behavior at National Public Radio's 13.7 blog, which is devoted to science and culture. In a piece about animal grief, I offered a short version of Willa's and Carson's story. Back came responses about readers' own experience with animals who mourn.

Kate B.'s story has powerful parallels to Willa and Carson's. For fifteen years, two Siamese cats, brothers named Niles and Maxwell, lived with Kate's parents. Niles became ill from pancreatic cancer, and when it came time to put him down, Maxwell accompanied his brother to the vet. Soon, Maxwell found himself back home, surrounded by familiar places and favorite things, but without his sibling.

"Maxwell spent the next several months," Kate remembers, "constantly wandering the house and crying the most agonizing cries, looking for his brother." As it turned out, Maxwell lived just several more months. During this time, he derived the most comfort from the visits of Kate's three young cats, who were brought to see him and who bonded with him. Now, when Kate brings the trio to her parent's house, they search for Maxwell, and one of them often sleeps exactly where Maxwell slept.

Sibling ties, like those between sisters Willa and Carson and brothers Niles and Maxwell, are powerful connections that, when broken, may give way to mourning. Cats may mourn a lost companion, though, even when no blood tie exists. Channah Pastorius described the friendship between Boris, a brown tabby she adopted from a shelter, and Fritz, a kitten her son brought home. The two felines play-wrestled and slept with their front legs entwined. At age eight, Boris developed kidney failure, but with good veterinary care and lots of TLC, he managed to live two and a half more years.

Finally the inevitable came to pass, and Boris was put down. What happened next has a familiar ring. "Fritz mourned the loss of Boris with sad yowls and depression," Channah wrote. Fritz was lethargic, uninterested in his favorite toys or much of anything else.

But a second common thread links Fritz's story with those of Willa and Maxwell: when a tiny black kitten showed up on the family's patio and ran indoors, Fritz perked up. He began right away to play with the kitten, named Scooter by the family. Once again, a new and younger partner abated at least some of the grief.

Mourning may cross even species lines, as we will see again in later chapters. Kathleen Kenna's fifteen-year-old cat Wompa reacted strongly when the family dog, eight-year-old Kuma, died after a long illness. Wompa had regularly allowed the dog to groom her, and the two acted like best buddies. (Meanwhile, the other cat in the house had nothing to do with the dog.) A few days after Kuma succumbed to cancer, Wompa began to moan loudly. The strange, intermittent crying, which sounded "like a banshee" to Kathleen, lasted for several days. The cat also shifted her nighttime sleeping place to the spot at the end of the bed where Kuma had slept.

(Continues...)



Excerpted from How Animals Grieve by BARBARA J. KING Copyright © 2013 by Barbara J. King. Excerpted by permission of THE UNIVERSITY OF CHICAGO PRESS. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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Table of Contents

Prologue: On Grief and Love

1 Keening for Carson the Cat
2 A Dog’s Best Friend
3 Mourning on the Farm
4 Why Bunnies Get Depressed
5 Elephant Bones
6 Do Monkeys Mourn?
7 Chimpanzees, Cruel to Be Kind
8 Bird Love
9 Sea of Emotion: Dolphins, Whales, and Turtles
10 No Boundaries: Cross-Species Grief
11 Animal Suicide?
12 Ape Grief
13 On Bison Death in Yellowstone and Obituaries of Animals
14 Writing Grief
15 The Prehistory of Grief
Afterword
Acknowledgments
Readings and Resources
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