So yesterday (Friday) I know it's technically Sunday, but until I go to bed and wake up, it's still Saturday night for me. Anyways, Friday I had to put my German Shepherd, Wellington (my photo) down. It was probably the hardest thing I've ever had to do. My mom and I went together (My dad won't admit it, but he'd probably cry more than us if he had went) My dog was with our family for 14 years, and one of the most well behaved dogs, with little training, that I've ever met. I know some people will call me crazy for being this sad over a dog, but when a dog has been with you for 14 years, they are like family.
The hardest part of the whole situation is that even though he was declining physically, he was still so alert in his mind.
Anyways, the past two days have been very difficult to get through. Everything reminds me of him, and I keep wondering if we made the right choice or not. (If only dogs could talk). It's one thing to lose a dog, but it's also something to have to make the choice to end their life.
Have any of you ever had to put one of your animals down?
How did you guys cope, and finally come to terms with the situation?