He was 13. I knew it would be coming. But it is horrendous. He was my everything, genuinely my best friend in the world, the only one who has never let me down.
I've got the guilt about not being a good enough owner (I have an 18 month old who takes up most of my time these days), and not being as good as he deserved. I could have let him go on a bit but the vet said I made the right choice not to bring him round from sedation. I expected bad news, but I didn't expect to come home without him.
I don't know what I hope to achieve by this. I miss him so much. He saved me. He was my absolute world, and I can't imagine a life without him 