I started a new thread because I was initially brought into this group because of another member's post: Poor decisions that led to my dog's death. This resonated with me, too because I'm blaming myself for the decisions I made leading to my much-loved, and loving, constant companion's death.
I miss my Coco so much, and I’ve been a wreck. It came unexpectedly and there’s so much guilt, sadness and anger in my mind and heart.
My husband and I went on a family trip with his family. We take Coco with us when we travel, since she does and goes everything with me, and at other times my father-in-law and his wife would take care of her. They treat Coco very well. This trip was with the in-laws, so I needed another option for Coco’s care. I looked at pet boarding, but thought I should see if my father (and subsequently my niece) could do it first, and that they may appreciate the extra money since I would pay that same amount and could help them, too. And Coco knows and lived with my dad the early part of her life. They answered with a very confident ‘yes!”. I had some hesitations, and telling them it was fine to tell me no, went over some points in my dog’s care, and was again answered with, “yes, that’s absolutely fine, we can do it.” I thought all was going well and we were so close to getting home, but Coco had passed away in the middle of the night on the first leg of our plane ride home. The events that led to this was that my niece had left her alone for 36 hours, became dehydrated, was brought back to my dad's house lethargic, not eating and not drinking. I did not know of the neglect until I got home and saw the video and alarm logs, so when my dad initially texted me photos of her feeling bad, he thought it was because she was missing us or it was the long car ride back to his house (we live about an hour away) and I thought it was because she gets hot easily (my father doesn’t run the AC as much as I do). I had a thought to tell him to take her to the emergency vet, but thought I was so close to coming home that I could take her then. And then my dad sent another text an hour later stating she was doing fine and walking, but she was in fact pacing. Later, I got off the first plane on the way to the second with a phone call from him telling me that my Coco had passed.
My guilt is from trusting my family to take care of her, believing in my niece that she would do all the things she said she would (in hindsight, she has let me down before, but I wanted to give her another chance), and lastly, not telling my dad to take her to the vet when he texted me with the first pics of her not looking so well.