Sometimes adulting is hard, Letting a loved one go, whether four-footed or two-footed is hard. It's supposed to be hard!
If it isn't, you're a sociopath. And you ain't a sociopath.
We had to make the decision to let my Dad go. It was hard, even though towards the end he was (barely) able to tell both Mom and I he was ready. I was there when he faded away. The ICU nurse said it was the most peaceful passing she'd ever seen. I know we made the right decision, but I still miss him.
In some ways it's even harder when a beloved pet is at the end, as they don't have the words to say it's time. You have to trust your gut on this one.
Been reading your posts for years, I know you'll make the best decision possible, even if you don't know you will.
Thank you for the kind words.
I am the adult and I have no problem sending Rover to his reward.
It is all the other family members, ALL ADULTS.
and their friends: ALL ADULTS.
that are bollocking up this issue.