I got my little man at the age of 9 and ever since we have been inseperable. He has been there through all the good times, and the bad and never faultered in his loyalty and friendship towards me.
It broke my heart on monday when, at 17, we had to put him to sleep. He was blind and deaf, and had lost the use of his legs, struggling to stand and could never relax or get comfy.
He also went off his food and suffered from diorreah. He also started taking himself away from the family – always wanting to be up in the spare room alone, and sleeping for the majority of the day.
Right now I can’t see how I will get over this. I break down every time i think of him. Also can’t get over the guilt that i ended my best friends life. Maybe we could have waited. He trusted us totally and sat patiently at the vets, never thinking any harm could come to him.
I hope these feelings will subisde eventually. We are burying him out the back garden so at lease then i know i can always go and sit with him an he wont be alone. I hope he forgives me and knows i only ever wanted what was best for him.