I wanted to post an update.
A couple of weeks ago, my dog was walking like an old man through the day. Really slow. That evening, he was struggling to get up. He couldn't walk. The following morning I took him to the vets.
She prescribed medication for 2 weeks but said he would need to be put to sleep within a couple of weeks.
I had told her all of the symptoms (this was a different vet this time). She said she was concerned for his quality of life.
She said she was prescribing this anti inflammatory for 2 weeks so that he could walk a little better and to give us a little time together.
On 23rd he was put to sleep.
I arranged for the vet to come to the house so he could be on his bed infront of the fire. Because he's terrified of the vets. It was peaceful. He'd had some good days prior to this where he could walk ok. And I keep worrying I did it too soon.
The guilt I feel for various reasons is enormous. I can't stop crying. I feel horrendous.
I feel guilty because I had to move house several times recently and I'm worried that was distressing for him.
I moved out of my house, and went to live with family, who hate dogs. They wouldn't let him on the settee and he barked a lot. They eventually asked us to leave because they didn't want the dog there.
I then rented somewhere but he barked so much, we were asked to leave after 5 weeks.
We could then, finally move into the house I'd bought that had gone through probate so took a while.. so we moved in. He was still barking a lot.
I had nothing in the house except a mattress and a settee id borrowed. (I won't go into detail of why).
Anyway, I was so afraid of him ruining the settee I'd borrowed that I bought him dog beds for the floor. Which he lay on and was fine. But I feel an enormous amount of guilt that I didn't let him on the settee in those last weeks.
Where we were finally free, safe, able to be together and relax. But I was so afraid of the settee being ruined I didn't let him. And I used to love lying with him on the settee. We would bond just cuddling on the sofa.
I keep thinking "why didn't you just let him on the settee" and I'm so afraid he thought I didn't love him.
I'm also thinking back over the last few months of moving again and again and how I don't think I hugged him as much as I used to. I was so stressed with moving so much, trying to avoid being thrown out, having my child there too. I just don't think I hugged him as much as I used to and the guilt is killing me.
He would bark so much I would be telling him off. And I really regret this now. I feel so sad thinking about it. I haven't been able to sleep at all.
This boy has been my best friend. I've loved him more than I ever thought would be possible. I'd hate to think he ever thought for a second that I didn't love him.
I'm worried I had him put to sleep too soon and Christmas has been so sad without him. I've missed him tremendously. He would go with me everywhere. Work, home, everywhere. And now I feel like a part of me is missing.
I haven't been able to sleep in my house since because my grief feels so painful when I'm at home.