Holy shit that hurts.
I'm not sure I'm ever going to stop crying. My dog died yesterday. I had to stand there and watch while a vet extinguished the life out of her. It is probably the hardest thing I have ever done. And now she's gone. And I miss her. Desperately. I hate being in my house. It feels so alien. Where's my little shadow?! I feel guilty. Like I should have tried harder, done more. The vet made it feel like we had a choice. But we didn't. I knew as soon as we woke up yesterday that that would be the day she died. It was such a shock. I knew the day was coming but thought we would have another year at least. Our family won't be the same without you jazzy! Our first baby girl.