The vet came to our house and it was quick and very peaceful and the most gut wrenching thing I have endured. I have never participated in taking another life. I had no idea how devastating it would be. It was the humane thing to do. The vet supported the decision completely and opened her schedule to accommodate coming to the house.
Our dog is gone and now I am living with the aftermath. I'll mourn for him for some time, and in time, I am sure happy memories will replace the heartache I feel now.
Why am I putting this on my weight loss blog? Two reasons. 1. It is real life and real life happens to all of us. Stuff like this can't be sugar coated. 2. I haven't used this as an excuse to eat.
Once we had buried our dog, 65MD offered to take me to one of my most favorite places to eat. My stomach actually lurched. Eating was the last thing I wanted to do. We both needed to get away for a while, so we went to a neat little area near our house where we could sit outside and watch the world go by. My appetite has not yet returned. It will. For now, I'm drinking my shakes and waiting for my heart to heal.