This is for me to get down how I feel, which right now is shit. Jake died about an hour and a quarter ago and as an end it was about as perfect as possible. He went to sleep with his head on my knee as the vet injected his leg. He just drooped and then went still. The kids and dh said bye to him at home (awful, awful) and I took him to the vets who were lovely - kind and caring.
I miss him already, can't bear the thought of not having a dog, of not walking him every day and not chatting to him as I work (from home). I just want to go and buy another one, drive straight to dogs trust or somewhere and fill the lonely space.
Dh and kids are gutted too and I dont want to make their pain worse by spilling my guts all over so here is where it will all be.
I know it gets better and I know it's raw but it bastard hurts.