Thank you for all the advice you gave me a few weeks when we New our gorgeous girl was ill. Overnight on Friday I knew it was time- better a week early than a day late, as someone had suggested.
I think she knew it was time, she was tired and had had enough. I'd hate Friday night to become the new normal for her. Fortunately. Her final trip was peaceful and she passed away as DH cuddled her and told her we'd loved her.
I know it was the right thing for her. I know she was loved, we were her forever home for 8 years. All the photos of her on holiday, on her cushion, being cuddled show she had a good life. But I miss her. I miss her snuffling and chasing rabbits beside the bed. I miss her ears to stroke. I want my girl back.