I had to have my beautiful dog put to sleep yesterday. He suffered a stroke, it was brief and the vet came to our home so I didn't have to distress him further by taking him to the vets etc so as far as dog deaths go this one was fairly peaceful.
BUT I'm devastated, I feel broken and if I'm honest I'm surprised. He was 16 so realistically how long did I expect him to live for? I haven't stopped crying, had no sleep last night but this morning I feel angry and I'm directing that anger to my DH.
He was at work yesterday when it happened, 3 hours from home so no chance he could have got back to say goodbye or been here to support me. I feel like it was all very neatly taken care of and sorted by the time he got home, vet took him away, arranged cremation etc; and now he's just announced he's going to see a football match today so I'm home alone with our children and I just want to scream in his face 'why aren't you fucking bothered'??
I know everyone handles things differently but I feel like he doesn't give a flying fuck and it's hurtful. I know he couldn't help being at work and I know in probably BU but I just want him to show that he's upset too.