Today may have been one of the most difficult days I can ever remember as I had to put my good friend down.
I've been emotional all day and will probably be off and on for a while. I miss him so much already and it was so uncomfortable to come home and not have him here. I instantly started bawling.
He died in my arms and although I know it was necessary, it still makes me sick inside. I feel guilty somehow to have done this, but I know I'll process that feeling and understand it well in time.
He was a wonderful little dog and my best friend. He was here for me regardless and I'll always thank him for that.
My mother may have summed it up best when she said "He helped you through many hard times. Maybe his work was done and he waited until you were strong enough to let him go."
I'm going to choose to think this is the truth and he was wanting to go and just held on until I had the strength to do it.
It still doesn't make it any easier to say good-bye to someone who was so important to your day-to-day life.
I'll be better in a few days after it all has time to really sink in that he's gone.
