Had to put my dog, Precious, down yesterday. I had her since I was seven and the house feels so empty without her.
No matter how much I wish I didn't have to do it, she had breast cancer and was bleeding from her mouth and nose.
Honestly, cleaning her blood off the walls, floor and throwing away the toys she played with had to be the hardest thing I've ever done.
Yet I feel even worse for our other dog. He loved her so much. He always followed her around, tried to play with her and learned so much from watching. He has never been alone in the house and he has so much anxiety. I don't want to leave him alone; I don't want him to be depressed.
There is definitely going to be an adjustment period and I have so little motivation for anything...