Please forgive the self-indulgent post, it's more to clarify things in my own mind and hopefully get some comfort from writing it down.
On Wednesday evening we had to put our dearly loved Springer Spaniel to sleep. He was eleven years old and hadn't been eating for the last week (except tidbits) and had become reluctant to go for a walk (unheard of previously). The vet admitted him on Tuesday for X-Rays and on Wednesday phoned us to tell us that he had a large mass in his abdomen and several smaller ones in his lungs and advised us that the only option was to have him put to sleep. Obviously we were devastated. He was our first dog as a couple and was essentially like our first child.
On Wednesday evening, we went to the vets to say our goodbyes. The dog seemed to have deteriorated even since the day before, but he was pleased to see us and was wagging his tail (which made it all the harder). I so desperately just wanted to take him home. We spent half and hour with him in the room before the vet came in. When she did come in, the dog kept walking to the door as if he wanted to go home.
Once he was lying down they said that as he had a catheter in already (from a drip he had because of the not eating) they wold administer the euthanasia serum through that. But when they tried, it hurt him as the catheter had moved. They then had to put a new catheter in him (which was unsuccessful and made him yelp) and then finally the third catheter, after which they put him to sleep.
I know losing a pet is difficult and it's fair to say that I am absolutely heartbroken, but the thing which keeps upsetting me the most is the thought that in his final moments he was unwell, being pulled about and hurt and all he wanted to do was come home with us. I feel like we failed him and instead of being the calm end of life everyone tells you it is, that it was just a horrible scary moment for him and we did nothing to stop it.
I know he had a great life and it brings me great comfort to think that we could provide that for him, but I feel as though I can't get past this immense feeling of guilt at how it all ended.
I'm sorry for the long-drawn out post. It has helped just to write it down as people in my real-life wouldn't really understand, or those who would understand would find it too upsetting themselves.
Thanks.