Sorry for the depressing post. My little dog died suddenly last week; she was only 8 years old.
I'm struggling to come to terms with it and I'm dogged by feelings of guilt. She was hugely loved, and well looked after, but it's silly things I'm upset about I suppose. Things like, whenever we all went out and left her in the house, she'd be left in the kitchen, rather than being able to have full run of the house. I see my neighbour's little doggie at the front window all the time when he's left alone and I just think to myself, why didn't I let her do that? Why did I confine her to the kitchen?
Same thing at night. She always looked so sad when I put her in the kitchen for bed. I think about her alone in the dark. Why didn't I just let her sleep with us in the bedroom? I'd give anything to feel her little body next to me on the bed now. I just feel l ike I messed up. She had such a short little life and it feels like she spent so much of it alone.
I just want her back. I'd do it all differently 