I feel a little guilty for posting this because so many people are going through difficult times, but we had to put our 16 year old Cocker Spaniel down on Friday. This is the third one, and it never gets any easier. Though our other two cockers were sick with terminal illnesses this one, who was probably the least healthy of the three, was more or less just OLD and feeling the effects of old age. He had a myriad of health problems through the years which could be treated but not cured and added to that he had lost his hearing and eyesight and had already fallen into the pool several times.
Looking back, I realize that he hadn't really felt good for a couple of years and I waver between feeling guilty for waiting too long and guilty for doing it too soon. In the end, my husband and I both knew it was time and had known it was coming for awhile, but you are never quite prepared for the end.
I honestly don't know how people who lose children can survive after such a loss because my heart is broken in a million pieces right now over a dog, and I feel so damned guilty about that; but I don't know how to make it stop.
