Our beloved Labrador was put to sleep this afternoon, and I don't know what to do with myself. Everytime I allow myself to think of him the tears come, and if I allow them to I struggle to breathe. The pain is so real and palpable, I've not experienced grief like this before.
My DC's are 6 and 10. The 6 year old seemed to only suddenly grasp what had happened at bedtime and is so upset.
Devastated is an understatement. Me and DH were with him as he went, and stayed with him for a long time after, and now I can't shake the image from my head of him laying on the floor of the vets as we finally left him.
His ashes will come back to us in a week or so. Will I feel better then, when he's home?
I don't want to go to bed tonight as I know I'll not be able to think of anything else.