Wondering Who Would They Be

Today would have been Dempsey’s 10th birthday.

Ten. Double digits. I keep turning that number over.

Dempsey was my service dog: a silly, loud, boundlessly energetic chocolate lab who was on my right side for four and a half years. He passed away on August 18, 2022. This post lives honestly in the space of grief and loss, so if that’s not where you are today, save it for another time. No pressure.

But if you’ve ever lost someone too soon, a pet, a person, anyone you loved, and found yourself wondering who they would have become: this one is for you.

A Heart That Was Always a Little Too Big

Dempsey was diagnosed with third-degree AV block shortly after his fifth birthday. His heart’s electrical system wasn’t communicating the way it should. We got a pacemaker. The vet was reassuring: he would go on to live a normal life, with limitations, but not dramatic ones. He would still be Dempsey.

I believed that. I had every reason to.

And then August came.

I try hard not to play the would’ve, should’ve, could’ve game with what followed. It doesn’t do me any favors, and I think it does a disservice to his memory. What I know is that the pacemaker gave me more time with him. I’m grateful for that time.

I joke with my friends that he went out with his boots on. You didn’t know anything was wrong until he was gone. He didn’t feel anything. I, on the other hand, lost my best friend, my right arm, my companion, my Dempsey, my silly chocolate lab, my world.

The questions I carry aren’t about what I did or didn’t do. They’re not regret questions. They’re love questions. There’s a difference, and it matters.

The Questions I Keep Coming Back To

One shape of grief I didn’t expect was the wondering. Not just missing who he was, but genuinely not knowing who he would have become.

Here are the questions I keep asking.

Would he still be working?

Dempsey was a service dog. A good one. But at 10, would he still have been working? Would the day-to-day craziness of my life still have felt like a calling to him, or would he have looked at the situation, looked at the couch, looked at Kalo, and made a quiet executive decision to retire?

(Kalo, for the record, did not like him. Spaz before him merely tolerated him. The cats were united on this.)

Service dogs do retire. It’s a real and normal part of their lives. But I never got to watch that transition with Dempsey. I never got to see him decide he’d done enough and that a calmer chapter was waiting. That’s one of the smaller losses nested inside the bigger one.

If you want the longer version of who he was and where we started, Dempsey: Where It All Began has it.

Would he still have played like that?

When Dempsey played, the whole room knew it. He was loud. He was energetic. He didn’t do anything quietly when there was fun to be had.

Would that have mellowed at 10? Would he have found a more dignified approach to playtime, or would he still have been the dog who showed up to have a good time and made absolutely sure everyone knew it?

I think I know the answer. But I’ll never be sure. And there’s something in that uncertainty that sits with me.

Would my grief be different if he had been older?

This is the question I sit with the most.

Honestly? I think yes.

Not smaller. Not easier. But different.

When someone dies after a long life, there’s still loss. There’s still grief. But there can also be something else: a sense of a full arc, of a life that had room to unfold. Losing Dempsey at six, suddenly, after every reassurance that he had years ahead of him, didn’t have that. There was no arc. No completion. Just an ending that arrived without warning and left the rest of the story unwritten.

That kind of grief, the sudden kind, the too-soon kind, carries a particular weight. The future you expected doesn’t just disappear. It hangs there, unfinished.

For Anyone Who Has Lost Someone Too Young

Dempsey was a dog. But the “who would you have been” question doesn’t only live in pet loss. It lives in any grief where someone was taken before the story felt finished. A child. A friend. A parent too young. A companion of any kind.

If you’re carrying a version of this question, I hope it helps to know that someone else is asking it too. And that there is no wrong way to grieve someone who mattered to you.

Who would Dempsey have been at 10? I don’t know. But asking is one of the ways I keep him close. And I’m not going to stop anytime soon.

If this landed somewhere tender, there’s more on Dempsey here: A Ghost in the Wiggles is a poem that lives in a similar space, and Passengers on the Journey takes a wider look at how loss accumulates over a life.

Resources

If you’re navigating grief and could use some support, a few places to start:

• Association for Pet Loss and Bereavement: Online support groups and resources specifically for people grieving the loss of a pet, including scheduled chat support groups.
• Pet Loss Support Page: A long-running online community with support resources, memorial pages, and a Monday evening chat group for those in grief.
• The Compassionate Friends: Primarily a resource for families who have lost a child, but their broader community and materials can offer support to anyone navigating sudden or early loss.
• SAMHSA National Helpline: Free, confidential mental health and emotional distress support, available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.

Have you ever found yourself wondering who someone you lost would have become? I’d love to hear about it in the comments, if you’re up for sharing.