Guilt is awful, isn't it? I still feel terrible about how my dog, Grr, died. He was fine on his 9th birthday. He was sitting in my lap, like always, that night. I noticed him panting a bit, but I was a bit hot, too. I remember joking with my kids about how Grr and I were both hot, so they are the weird ones, not us. Fast forward to the next morning. I took him for his walk. All was normal, except he didn't bark at or try to chase anything. I took the kids to school and came home. He was panting hard. We got him to the vet. They said he was in congestive heart failure, but he had 14 - 15 months left. No hospitalization, just a lasicks shot and heart medication shot. My best friend died an hour and a half later, but before he did, he sat at my feet. He had bright red fluid all around his body. I have to tell you, that is guilt. I let him suffer when he couldn't breathe. I took him to an obviously incompetent vet. I let him die. He trusted me. I basically killed him. At least, my husband says so.
Hello, everyone. My name is Amanda, and I lost my beloved dog, Grr, a year ago in April. It was the day after his 9th birthday. I still miss him terribly. Grr was my dog. He loved my husband and kids, too, but he was MY dog. He chose me as his beloved, and I miss him so much! I always wonder if I could have prevented his death.