kim

You wonderful, wonderful people. Just reading the courage that you have faced gives me hope that I will come out on the other side of this a happy healthy person again. Bandit was my top priority and he and I were together 24/7 for the past 7 months as he was no longer able to stay at home alone, the anxiety was too much for him and he was doing harm to himslef and the furniture to try and get out of the house to find me. Now I hear his ghost whispers all around me, and I can smell his sweet hot breath just every now and then. It is just so, surreal! I love that dog more than anything and I know he would have hung in there with me until his last breath. You are right though, and I take comfort in your vet's words of saying she would rather euthanise too early rather than too late. The struggle is was this too early? I am not sure, all I know for certain is that he could not survive being in a kennel for 7 days when I go on vacation and he could not stay with friends due to his anxiety and ripping up someone else's home. He had not been sleeping through the night anymore and had lost feeling in his back feet. My head said it was time to take the high ground and set him free. I think my heart just has not come close to catching up to my head yet, therein lies the disconnect. Tonight I will cry until I sleep. Thank you again for responding, it helps to know that I can cry here and be safe doing so without judgement from other's who have never gone through this anguish. Kim

I share your pain and sadness. I had to let my dog bandit go two days ago and I am devistated. I can only tell you that I feel your pain and somehow I do believe that our furbabies feel our sadness in their departure and they would want us to be happy. I have to believe that bandit is at the rainbow bridge playing with all the other furbabies and that gives me a little comfort. Bless you all Kim

I am new to this site and to the intense sadness and guilt that I am feeling having set my dog Bandit free on Saturday. He was just getting old and his anxiety was over taking his happiness, so I did what I thought was the right thing to do. Now, I just sit and cry and cry because I miss him so much. I feel guilty that it was perhaps "too soon". He was with me for 7.5 years having rescued him from the shelter. He lived about 13 years the best that we can guess, and he was my only companion. I am now all alone, the house is quiet and I am so, so sad. How do you find the joy again and how do you ever know if you did the right thing? Any insight would be greatly appreciated. My heart is broken. Kim