Two months ago I lost my boys Zack (13) and Gnash (12) within 12 days of each other. They were my close companions since they were puppies. They each succumbed to distinctly different health issues that I had been carefully treating for many years. They had been my loving family, no doubt about it. The vet said they lived as long as they did because I took good care of them, but I feel that I could have done better at the end. I made mistakes.
I seem to be struggling with the trauma of this experience which has left be quite depressed and anxious. Home, once my comfort space is now empty. When will this pain and sadness end? Friends tell me to get another dog, but I cannot see it. Please direct. C
