A thought while sitting in the tub.
I have twice been told by friends that they experienced guilt for having grieved the loss of a pet more than the death of their own father. To each of them I suggested that feeling that way was not wrong because, all tolled, they had likely spent more time interacting with their pets than with their parents.
I also think that their recollection of their respective father’s deaths are faulty. It seems to me that every time I experience a loss it hits harder than past ones and my supposition is that recollections of painful moments don’t do the real thing justice.
This is my professional opinion; my profession being welding.