My heart is just breaking in two right now.
I got Pudd'n some chinese food for lunch. He never eats the rice, so we always split it between the dogs. I automatically reached for Jack's dish and it hit me. I won't be filling his dish any more.
When we were at the vet's this morning, I was sitting on the floor with Jack. Pudd'n was sitting on the bench behind me. As I sat there, crying and cradleing my dog in my arms, Pudd'n patted and kissed my head. When Jack's soul left his poor old body, Pudd'n stood up and went to the door of the little room and said "done".
I want my hyper, spastic dog back. I want to go out on trail with him. I wanted him to live a long life and die at home in his sleep. Not having to take him to the vets. It's just not fair.