It's done. I was okay until the vet started tearing up. And then they did it, and he just put his head down and now I can't stop crying.
I feel like I did something horrible. He was 15 and his kidneys and liver were failing and he felt horrible and going up and down stairs hurt and I still feel awful.
::snorfles all over the Buffistas::
{{{Consuela}}} I'm so sorry.
You didn't do anything awful, Consuela. You gave him a great life, and an easy and painless end. I know that doesn't stop you from feeling awful, but it's still true.
I know you didn't do anything terrible - he knew it too. {{Consuela}} and now I am tearing up too.
Aw, Consuela. You did right by him. It's so hard losing a pet, even when you're prepared for it.
Suela, you gave him a good life, and a good end.
I'm so sorry for your loss.
{{{{Connie}}}}
It's never easy and even though it's the
right
thing to do, it certainly isn't the easiest. Losing a pet sucks hard core. Keep strong and have some drinks.
{{{{{Suela}}}}}} I am so so sorry. You did the right thing for him, but that doesn't make your loss any easier. He had a good life with you and you made his passing as easy and painless as possible.
{{{Consuela}}} I'm so sorry. It's the right thing to do, but terribly hard.
Thanks, folks. I'll try not to weep all over the thread.
Any Bay Area-istas interested in some free theater this afternoon? Shotgun Players are doing
Ragnarok in North Berkeley, and I may go. Battles, giant snakes, and genderbending gods, what's not to love?