My 14 year old rough collie was put to sleep today. It was the right thing, we planned a lovely last day with lots of treats and cuddles, the weather was on our side so we sat in the garden (she was an outdoor kind of girl). We were all with her as she drifted off to sleep, telling her she was loved, so loved.
It was the perfect end to a wonderful 14 years she has given us but fuck I’m in bits. I can’t believe she’s gone.
My teenager hasn’t come out of her room and my 10 year old has sobbed and sobbed and told me it’s a mistake and we need to go quickly and get her back.
I know we did what was right for her but it hurts. Why do we do this to ourselves?
Meg. 25.3.10-12.4.24