When I was 17 living with my parents we decided to get a puppy, he grew and attachment to me, idolised and loved me, eventually when I moved out about 24, I still was round my parents lots throughout the week still seeing him, Id take him for regular walks weekly, he has seen me through lows and highs for sure! I’m 30 and we have always had this lovely bond, infact he was loved by everyone. I just really really loved him, sounds silly as to some people his just a dog but to me he was the loveliest kindest soul and I saw him as my family. Anyway I saw him two weeks ago at my mums at the age of 13 obviously he was old but still getting around eating and drinking fine? The problem for my Parents was a few nights a week he would moan and wake my parents up as he had his own bed downstairs, I read that when Labrador’s get older they can be more unsettled and want to be close to their owners so that’s why I think he was unsettled. My parents decided to take him to the vet, obviously they were saying to the vet about how he was moaning at night etc etc which obviously the vet would think he must be in pain or something and said it’s best to put him down, I KNOW he wasn’t in pain he was eating, drinking, walking, happy! Playing with me outside just under 2 weeks ago. Truth is as much as my parents loved him I think in their 60’s they were finding it hard being woken up nightly. They went with the vets decision, didn’t tell me and the vet gave him the injection, not only that but I have just found out they were too upset to be with him whilst he received the injection!!! Ontop of that instead of burying him in our huge beautiful garden that he adored they decided to cremate him. I’m so hurt by these decisions he didn’t need to be put down it was his natural ageing, he could have gone naturally in the home he loved, but the thing that kills me inside and makes me sick to my stomach is that he was alone when he died, when he had given us 13 years of the most love and loyalty that I could ever imagine possible but my parents said they were too upset to be there why he had the injection . I just feel like there reasons were selfish. They never told me they were going to do it. I never got to say bye, he could have had a much better ending with dying in his home and the fact he had no one when he died alone at the vets just makes me feel sick. How will I ever forgive them? I feel I like I can’t.