I put my dog down today.
It was time. He was 13 years old and was starting to struggle. Last night he could barely walk. This morning he collapsed and couldn’t get up. For two hours, from the time I called the vet to the time they got there, I sat with him on the floor right where he had fallen. I talked to him and sang to him. I cried. I also answered some email and read a book. And cried some more. As the vet shaved his leg and placed the IV, I held his head, called his name and did my best to calm him. As I held the door to let them leave with him, I sobbed.
I am grieving.