In December we had to put down our 12-year-old cat who had cancer, who was my most favorite. I cried for days and have been in a fool’s paradise believing that I was “over it”.
Last night I dreamed about her, all bright-eyed and playful, and I sobbed for hours. (Still crying.) She was so real in the dream that it’s like losing her all over again. Having pets is so good, but losing them is devastating.
Expect to never stop grieving on some level, but know that the pet’s suffering is not acceptable. Terrible choices.
Thank you everybody for your kind wishes and prayers. My dog died peacefully, and is out of her pain.