KnotCandid
Tourist
My buddy has been suffering in his old age to the point I had to make the most difficult decision by having the vet come to the house. I was able to hold his head and let his muzzle before he went. I felt his breathing become weaker until it stopped completely. I didn’t want to let go or stop petting him and I still wish I could have held him just a little longer. It’s only been a week since he’s been gone and I’ve been mentally preparing myself for this very thing for almost a year but it still hits hard. I over heard a coworker mention pets and putting down a cat a couple years ago, before I knew it I was silently crying to myself. He’s the first Doggo I’ve had since a puppy, I used to carry him around in a 5 gallon bucket when he was little. Does anyone have tips for healthy grieving or coping suggestions?