Had to put my dog to sleep yesterday. He had tumours on his spleen and was internally bleeding. It was very unexpected and surgery wouldn’t of benefitted him. It’s hard waking up and being able to greet him. It’s hard not being able to cuddle him one last time. I hate that he’s not with us anymore but I’m so happy his not suffering. He crossed the rainbow bridge and I hope he’s getting all the treats from my grandad who adored him.
I knew the death of a pet would be hard, I’ve panicked whenever it was brought up, but now that I’m going through it, I feel numb, I feel like I can’t breathe. I know this pain will be permanent and I don’t know how long it’ll be until I can talk about it without feeling like I’ll die from grief.
I’ll miss him so much, I’ll love him forever and he gave me the best 13 years of my life