my family and me recently had to have our black lab ben put to sleep, it has been y far the hardest weeks of my life,
i think its hard for some people to understand the loss of a pet.. he was going on 17 had bad legs and he just got so slow, the thing is he was still happy, still wagged his tail when anyone came to see him, he had lost his sight and hearing but apart from that he was fine, the day we decided was when he couldnt make it out to the toilet anymore and one morning he actually fell in his own poo, it was just heartbreaking to see him like that, and although he was still a happy chap we thought best to put him to rest to preserve his dignity and stop him suffering all of this.
im finding it very hard to accept what we have done.. was it the right decision? shoud we have given him more time?
i loved him so much he was such a great dog, beautiful nature and always came to give youa hug when you were down.
watching him go as we held him in our arms was excrutiating, we had him cremated and got his ashes and scattered them over his favorite river swimming spot.
friends and family of my boyfriend that never met ben can be so cruel, whenever i talk about him or somtimes just think about him i burst into tears and ive heard a few mutters under peoples breath of,.. god sake its justa dog!
the thing is i dont think ill ever get over loosing him, 17 years is a long time and i feel so empty, i cant go to my mums without breaking down at the thought of him not running up to greet me. irecently brought to little goldfish. just to have SOMTHING to care for and im so worried they are going to die, im a total paranoid freak.
am i gunna get over this? does anyone understand this heartbreak? x