my beautiful girl was PTS 23rd may. It shouldn't have happened to her and I still struggle to come to accept that she had such an aggressive cancer that took her away from us so young
Please tell me it gets easier
I've got this overwhelming grief, I cry daily and feel I'm missing my soul-mate instead of a dog. My other dog and the new rescue puppy keep me occupied and DC are my life but when DS1 (3) wants to know why the hospital couldn't make her better I fall apart all over again.
Is this "normal"? Will I ever accept it?