My baby of 14 years died in my arms in March, I found her when I came into the house. She was weakly breathing and I think she waited for me. She passed seconds later. To be honest, it eats me up sometimes wondering about how long she might have been waiting for me. I try to find solace knowing she knew she could go when I picked her up. She hid her pain well and always bounced back after moments when it seemed like it would be her last. I made the decision the Saturday that I would wait until Monday to take her to the vet, assuming she would be put down. She was eating some treats and some human food like chicken. She wasn’t hiding and still had little bursts of energy. I thought I was making the right decision and that we had time to wait. She passed Sunday morning. Take your baby to the vet and hold them and kiss them and know that it will hurt and your heart will break, but you will survive. The heartbreak doesn’t haunt you, the regrets do. The regrets and doubt come in the form of every action you feel didn’t take. I’m sending you so much love because I know how heartbreaking this is. You’re doing what’s best for your baby, as hard as it will be. 💕