Tell me it gets easier

[Testarossa44]

Our family dog was pts on Wednesday morning. He lived with my mum and dad (I did until I moved it with partner 6 years ago
I now live 80 miles away ) Dad got up, took Mack out in the garden and he collapsed, his back legs just went, along with bowel and bladder. They called the vets and took him up, nothing they could do, the kindest thing was to let him go. He went to sleep on a bench in the vets garden lying between my mum and dad, he would have been 14 next week. I'm absolutely devastated, I so wanted to be there with him, but distance and time didn't allow it. I literally feel like I've a hole in my heart, it physically hurts, and i just keep crying, I last saw him 2 weeks ago and would give anything just to give him one last cuddle and stroke. Please tell me it gets easier.

Oh darling I'm so sorry..it's very sad. It does get better and when the raw grief starts to fade you have all the lovely memories. He sounds like a very loved dog and I'm sure when he passed away he would have felt that

Here's my Mack. So loved.

Oh, I’m so sorry. It really hurts. Takes a while, won’t lie about that. But in time you begin to remember the happy times with them instead of the raw grief of their last day. I lost one of mine four months ago & I do still cry, especially when I think of the last night when I had to take her to be PTS, but I try to remember the lovely things, her big hairy cuddles, her constant presence & it’s slowly getting easier to do that.

I’m so sorry for your loss, it’s honestly one of the most painful things I’ve ever known. We’re ten weeks on and while there are still tears, it’s also easier to remember the good times instead of dwelling on the end. Huge hugs, get through day by day in these first raw weeks.

A friend said ‘ a bit of you goes with them’ , and I think that’s true. It sounds like Mack was well loved, had a good life and was not left to suffer. You can take solace from that.
It will get easier but it takes time and the grief is very real. 💐for you.

Thank you for all your lovely kind words, Mack was our third family dog. I don't remember it being so painful with our others, maybe it was, but i don't remember. We had some fantastic days out with him, at the coast, the dales and the moors. After I moved out whenever mum and dad were away he'd come to us for a little holiday too. I so loved having him here, we used to take him for some lovely long walks. Mack was gorgeous and full of personality, he's left such a hole. Been on the phone to my mum tonight, we've cried together, but also talked about naughty things he got up to, and more tears. It's just awful knowing he's gone and I can't cuddle Mack again and scratch behind his ear like he loved.