I was having my dog of 14 years put down.
Yes, in my house it wasn't a Happy Valetine's Day.
Toby was such a good dog but the past year his age started to catch up with him plus he had questionable lumps and masses and the starts of dementia. This week he took a turn for the worst and though I had been preparing myself for this for a year...you're never truly prepared.
I loved this dog so very much. He was the first dog we got together and it broke my heart to let him go. But I know I needed too...he wasn't living a quality life and as much as I would of liked that he just would curl up and go to sleep and pass....it wasn't to be. I had to make the decision, I had to let him go.
It hurts. I imagine it will for a while.
So, I've just been eating whatever....no desire to plan or keep track. I know tomorrow starts a new week, I'll get it under control. But for now, I just need a break.
