Exactly. I can mourn what might have been with family members, but I can’t mourn what actually was. Regret, maybe.If you have a psychological disorder, you are not alone. Apart from my son and my grandfather, the human losses that I have faced don't hit me particularly hard, recently, my dad died just before Thanksgiving last year, but he did it to himself and was mean, my Grandmother, who was just cruel and manipulative.
I still have the ashes of Angus and Ribbies by my bed, I can't bring myself to bury them, because if we do move, I can't bear leaving them behind.
I cried like a baby reading this thread with the losses of all the original chickens, then Carbon and Henry too and I was sobbing over Fret or when @no fly zone lost Skeksis.
I cried for the turkeys we had to harvest, because they were trying to kill Major Tom and Alfie, I have cried over Blue and Pip, whom I loved despite their repeated attacks on The Egg Thief (Blue) and myself (Pip), Toots, the wild gosling abandoned by his flock, whom I managed to save his foot only to have him develop severe rye neck, which I was treating, with some success only for him to drown.
I don't officially know why, but I think it is because animals are innocents, anything "bad" that they do is out of survival and genetic instinct, whereas most humans make a conscious decision to be cruel and greedy.