On saying goodbye.

Tomorrow I’m bringing my 16 year old family dog to be euthanised. I don’t really know what to do with myself. I can’t stop taking photos of him. I’ve taken 367 so far. I’m trying not to think about tomorrow, because every time I do, I start tearing up. I don’t even know what I’m asking. How do I cope, maybe? It must seem silly, to be so torn up over a dog. Fuck it, I’m a dog lover and he’s been my best friend since I was a kid.

Been there. It fucking sucks. The vet’s gonna ask if you want to be in the room when they put him down. It’s your call, but know the answer ahead of time.

If you can handle it, I’d recommend being by his side through the procedure. That’s what I did. It’s tough, but being able to hold him, say goodbye, and be there all the way to the end is something you won’t regret.

Cry all you want. Don’t feel silly. Don’t invalidate your emotions just because he’s a dog. He deserves to be mourned, and it’s perfectly okay to be a mess over this.

Hell, I’m wiping away a few tears right now just thinking about it.


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