It always brings me to tears when I hear someone loses a pet they love. Harder to lose than a relative (believe me I know) for many of us. It’ll hurt for a while. Sorry for your loss.
My poodle died in my arms when they gave her the injection. Terrible feeling, awful guilt. Max fills the void (my Malti-Poo). Great little guy.
This gave me some comfort when I was in the same position.
IF IT SHOULD BE
If it should be that I grow weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then you must do what must be done,
For this last battle cannot be won.
You will be sad, I understand.
Don’t let your grief then stay your hand.
For this day, more than all the rest,
Your love for me must stand the test.
We’ve had so many happy years.
What is to come can hold no fears.
You’d not want me to suffer so;
The time has come — please let me go.
Take me where my need they’ll tend,
And please stay with me till the end.
Hold me firm and speak to me,
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time that you will see
The kindness that you did for me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I’ve been saved.
Please do not grieve — it must be you
Who had this painful thing to do.
We’ve been so close, we two, these years;
Don’t let your heart hold back its tears.
-— Anonymous
I’m sorry about your poodle. It is a hard decision and act.
Solstice and I were at his favorite spot in the yard. I read to him the poem by Francis of Assisi. I was laying beside him and hugging him when the vet gave the injection.
I was worried that Solstice thought that I was sending him away to another home because I didn’t want him anymore. I told him about his new body and of all the friends he will meet from my clan and then there were those friends he made with his previous owner. He will see them all again. Most of all I stressed that he will be able to run freely and painlessly again.