She was his, always his dog. They were best friends. I struggled with her, she was so needy, anxious, just not a good fit with me. Why have I sobbed all day then? My poor dh, is broken, absolutely broken and I can't make it any better.
It was the only kind thing to do, she had two large tumours and her kidneys were shutting down. It has all happened over a week, and today she was nothing like the dog she was last week. Her body had given up and we had to end her life.
Our home has a hole in it.