Last Saturday I lost my 11 year old Yorkshire terrier and I’m really struggling to cope with the grief. I feel guilty for not being with him until the end. We were going out for the day so had my partners mum look after him while we were out. He was fine in the morning when we dropped him off, excited to be at his nanas (he loved it there) and then got a call late afternoon to say that she thought something was wrong with him and wasn’t his self. We were an hour and half away from home and set off straight away, I told her we will see what he’s like when we get there and take him to the vets, but it was too late. He passed away 45 minutes after the call. I’m completely heart broken that I wasn’t there holding him, I am riddled with guilt and regret for leaving him that day.
I’m sorry for the long post, just need to get it off my chest.