I'm so sorry for all your losses. June 20 will be a month since we Put William down. I'm not at a point to say it's much easier yet. Staying home, going out, nothing feels right. I miss that feeling of walking in the door and having William treat me like a queen! You don't get that in the human world. There's nothing like our babies.
We had William from a small pup. He acclimated to the routines and life was so good for 14 years. He had a yearly physical that was fine and 2 weeks later he fell down the stairs. Things weren't right after that. He stopped barking which was HUGE for him. Walking was difficult, slept most of the day. Had to be carried up and down stairs. Lab work ultimately pointed to cushings disease.
Anyway, although he was neurologically intact Eating and drinking his quality of life changed drastically. I wasn't going to watch him go down hill slowly. The potential for a fall and breaking his back or having a seizure or who knows what else was not the way I wanted to end our lives together.
So, I do question... one more day? One more week? But at what price and for who's happiness.
It's so hard guys! I met some of you in the chat room last night and that was so helpful.
Let's carry on and hope for the day the raw wounds start to heal.