You'll have to excuse my rambling, but I feel so guilty about my dog's last few months.
DH & I got our ex racing greyhound Boo back in 2002 when we first moved in together. He was perfect. Great on and off the lead, friendly with anyone & never any bother.
We had so many holidays, the three of us, he was our baby.
In 2010 our DD was born. He was so kind and gentle with me when I was pregnant and with her when she was born.
However, I suffered with post natal depression and ended up taking it out on him, shouting at him and generally being a cow. I still walked him every day and tried to be loving but didn't feel the same about him now I had my DD.
He had a stroke on Sunday. We took him to the vets and she gave him steroids and antibiotics. He seemed to brighten up, then was bad again Monday afternoon. We took him to the vets and had him put to sleep. He lay in our arms on his bed. It was very peaceful and I talked to him as he died, telling him he was a good brave boy and that I loved him. It was heartbreaking.
We're getting his ashes back next week and will keep some and scatter the rest on the beach in Wales on holiday in October. He was supposed to be coming with us and he adored running on the beach.
I just feel so guilty that I upset him towards the end. I miss him dreadfully.
Sleep well Boo xxx