Just taking things a day at a time...I cry at the drop of a hat.
We had planned to have him put to sleep this weekend- he wasn't looking comfortable anymore...not resting as easily. So losing him wasn't a shock, but how quickly he went downhill was. He was walking normally the night before- but I could tell he was ready to go...something in his eyes. Thursday at 11:30 I got a call at work from my brother saying he was staggering when he tried to walk so I rushed home. Our vet couldn't fit us in if we wanted to stay with him...so we called around for one that could. O'Malley passed away at home an hour before our appointment. It wasn't peaceful for him and I can't shake the guilt from that. We waited too long. I know logically I need to let it go...nobody has a magic 8 ball to tell them what to do. Hard to make my head and my heart meet right now.
