It feels like my whole life has been this forced march through Hell.
I’m just trying to keep him with me until I can find a way to cope with him being gone.
Not doing very well with that.
:’(
I lost my 16 year old Maltese mix 2 years ago. It was time, he was in bad shape. I’ll never get another dog. As much as I miss him, it was freeing in a way. We have no pets, no one else to fret over or take care of but each other. You’ll be fine and have already shown your strength.