thanks everyone. yesterday was really hard. I was a mess all day. all morning I had to decide between putting him down on Saturday or Monday, and then I had to convince the rest of my family why Saturday was better, which was really hard, because it was the earlier of the two. (I was afraid he wouldn't even make it to Monday, and the vet isn't open on Sundays.) The rest of the morning was just anticipating taking him in and counting down the time til he'd be gone, while still trying to keep him happy and calm. Then after I was so sad, b/c just moments before I had him, then I saw him leave, and then he was gone. Combined with all that, everything I did throughout the day hurt b/c I am used to him being with me.
I don't think it's still quite hit me yet, I guess I think he's in the other room, or in the backyard, or at the kennels or something. I mean I
know he's gone, but there's just some part of me that holds out a false hope he's still here. I can say, write, think, and know he's gone, but I don't
feel like he's gone. I guess it's cause he was taken so quickly. One weekend I was home he was normal, and the next he was a completely different dog. I only feel like he's gone when I'm doing something and he would normally be with me, and that's when I get all upset, 'cause he's not there. *sigh* it's really hard. today was a lot better, though, I thought about everything for a bit, and then I tried to distract myself the rest of the day. I guess time eases all pain.
I'm grateful that I was given the time I did have with him, though. I have lots of pictures taken on Friday, maybe I'll post a few, when I work up the courage to look at them.
thanks again everyone. I guess almost all of us can relate to losing a pet. It's hard for me to explain how I feel, but I know that you (well most of you) know what I am feeling, even if I can't express it in words.
