Absinthe
The Freeman
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It feels like I've taken a sledgehammer to my gut. He had cancer for over a year and we put him through surgery and chemo when his first tumors started appearing. Despite his age at 12, he was in extremely healthy shape all things considered (golden retrievers tend to die around 13 or 14).
Unfortunately, when taking him to the vet for a clean bill of health for flying overseas, we discovered massive inflammation on his underside from more growth. This was just last Thursday or so, and we decided it would be best if he was put down.
So there I was, sitting in the vet's office with his head in my lap while he was given the injections. And he just slowly drifted off until he let out a few last sighs of breath. I've been to funerals of relatives that cannot even begin to compare in terms of the sadness I felt.
I'm not really expecting any responses to this topic. I figured I needed to get it off my chest somehow, as I feel so horrible at the moment.
Unfortunately, when taking him to the vet for a clean bill of health for flying overseas, we discovered massive inflammation on his underside from more growth. This was just last Thursday or so, and we decided it would be best if he was put down.
So there I was, sitting in the vet's office with his head in my lap while he was given the injections. And he just slowly drifted off until he let out a few last sighs of breath. I've been to funerals of relatives that cannot even begin to compare in terms of the sadness I felt.
I'm not really expecting any responses to this topic. I figured I needed to get it off my chest somehow, as I feel so horrible at the moment.