And I feel utterly bereft
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He was 12, my DH got him as an 8 week old puppy just before I met him. He was an outdoor dog, except when he snuck in for a sneaky cuddle. He's been on the decline for a few months and after a visit to the vet it was decided it was time. I feel like I've failed him, I tried to give him as much time as possible but with him living outdoors (in a house shed before anyone thinks he's left with no shelter etc, it was just as insulated as our house and weatherproof etc). It was never possible to bring him inside, he was never house trained and he was a 'guard dog'. I bloody loved that dog. Me and DH cradled the big buffoon (my pet name for him) in the back of my car and he was put to rest. I knew it was time, the vet knew it was time, DH knew it was time so why do I feel so shit? The garden was empty this morning, I normally go out first thing to let him out for a wee and feed him. He hears me coming and used to get so excited to see me. Instead I opened my kitchen blinds this morning was met with his grave where my DH buried him. This is so hard, harder than I ever could have imagined. I feel guilty because my grey is cuddled up in her bed, she missed her friend this morning when she went out 