I killed my dog. that was the hardest thing Ive ever done. My other dog, his buddy, died. And when he died, so do the one still living. he lost all will to live. For months, he barely ate. He wouldnt play any more. He was grieving, just as I was. But then he got cancer. The vet said it would slowly strangle him but as long as he was eating and drinking, I was to let him continue on. Wrong. I had anice chat with him one night. We wer laying on the floor....cuddling. And I whispered in his ear to tell me when he was ready. Did he want to be drugged up? no. Could he not stick around for ME, because losing both would kill my heart. Which was selfish. And he answered int he only way he could. He stared in my eyes. One day soon after that conversation, he couldnt get up without me helping him. And he looked at me. He drank. He ate a little bit. And continued to stare at me. And he shadowed me whenever he could get up on his own.The next morning, it was like I could hear him in my head. It was time. Let him go. He didnt want tobe here any more. He didnt want to strangle.He didnt want to have more pain. Why wait until he felt it so badly? Why? for ME? That, was selfish on my part. So I said ok. Today. And i called the vet who came to myhouse. I told him (my dog), he was going to go now. That his friend was waitng for him and I would be ok. To not be scared. And he as sent over rainbow bridge in my arms. Just as the needle was inserted, he looked at me again and laid his head down, sighed and laid still. As the plunger plunnged, I said "go. Hes waiting. wait for me, too. Ill be along shortly" and his eyes ticked up at me in gratitude. and he was gone. I cried for months. Hubby cried for months. And the day he was gone, the dragonflies came. Thousadns of them. He was letting me know he was fine. I did the right thing, before he suffered further.
If only a human would do that for me.