My fur baby of 12 years died suddenly on Friday by being attacked by a coyote. We live in a Suburban neighborhood so I never thought this could happen! I feel so guilty that he suffered in his last hours and I didn’t help him! I didn’t hear him. He was barking a few hours earlier outside. Why didn’t I lock him in? Why didn’t I save him?
Every time I walk into our home I fall apart. My heart is so broken and the guilt is making me feel suffocated in my own body. Any advice on what I can do? He was my best friend who listened and loved me unconditionally. I failed him as a parent and I just don’t know what to do without him. Thanks for listening!
