Ugghhh…That was honestly the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Probably even more difficult than letting L. go for her surgery last May; I guess because I knew she would be coming back. The vet was really nice and very supportive and actually was in tears as well. She told me before and again yesterday that letting him go in a dignified way is really the best thing we could do for him. They took him back and put the catheter in and then gave us some time to give him treats and say goodbye. He was down in about 5 seconds after she started the infusion. I held his head and told him to be a good boy – I always say that to him before we leave. We stayed for a few minutes but pretty quickly I started to feel weird because he was gone. Weird gut feeling after he was asleep was that we didn’t do the right thing but I was able to pull it together and remind myself why we were there.
We cleaned up his things, and the house. There was definite sadness but also true relief. No more poop in the house, no more blood from him licking his legs, no more dog hair etc. It also gave me a lot of comfort to see how happy he was the moments before he was put down. He was excited to go for a car ride, smelled around the vet’s office, ate a bag of treats and a Snickers bar and was with us as he died.
L. came home around 7 and noticed his things were out of place but had enough distractions so it wasn’t a big deal. This morning she asked for him; she kept saying puppy and poop :). I told her puppy had to go bye bye. We didn’t want him to but he had to last night. You could see the wheels turning and she gave me a little shrug of the shoulders but she is easily distracted. It went from puppy very quickly to kitty then BUBBLES!!
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