Evening!
My 12-year-old German Shepherd passed away this Wednesday, 27th May 🥲 on his birthday 🥲.
Since Monday he'd been lying there without moving or eating, and he was hardly drinking. I took him to the vet on Tuesday morning and she told me he had a fever of 41°C and that some tablets he'd been taking for his fistula for 3 years had caused liver problems. He also had a perineal hernia and a fistula, and he'd had arthritis for nearly a year, receiving a monthly Librela injection. He really was so unlucky 🥲
It's left such a huge void; I keep telling myself he’ll always be in my heart and be my best friend for life. For example, my mum and dad start crying whenever they see a photo of him. But I don't cry; I just tend to focus on memories with him more than anything else. When I wake up in the morning and go downstairs and see he's not there, it hits me like a ton of bricks and that’s when I break down. Do you find all this weird? When I'm with my family and they're happy, I try to smile but in my head, I feel a sort of guilt; I think about my dog and tell myself he’ll be my best friend for eternity no matter what.
Have you ever had situations like this? Am I weird?
