This is very hard to type. A couple of months ago my lovely boy died as a result of developing an infection following surgery to remove bones from his tummy that he had stolen from the bin while I was out. He was middle aged and in perfect health.
I’d walked him, given him lunch and popped out for the afternoon, ensuring I was back within 4 hours as I didn’t like to leave him all day. Took him straight to the vets who operated and all was looking well until he developed this infection and I had to say goodbye.
All I can think about is that an error that would have taken me just seconds to prevent if I had realised the danger caused his death, and that it’s all my fault, i just can’t bear it. I miss him so much and can’t believe my baby has actually gone, it’s all I can think about and I spend most of my days in tears thinking about him. I don’t know how I will ever get over losing him and be happy again.