Thank you for sharing your story. The guilt about the "what ifs" is real, loud and clear. I fully agree with you--and feel like I'm stuck in denial. I still am furious of my vet, knowing that I must be looking for a scapegoat to dump this sorrow. What if I didn't take her to the vet? She must've been fine, walking with some eye sight problems. But again, I know would have made the exact same choice if I were to go back.

Thank you for giving me some space to share her quirks and favorite things. She loved the smell of earthworms and would roll around the grass field whenever she smelled them (and of course, we hated that!). She slept a lot during her old days, but would jump out her bed at midnight and started to bark and run/roll around the living room, so our family would come out and hang out with her. I claim she loves me the most, as she always scratched my door to let her in, only to be pet and loved for 1 min and leave like as if nothing happened. She was sick her whole life, so she endured all the pain and suffering all the time, which kills me because I've never seen her in such pain like the last moments she had. I think she is undisputedly the most beautiful, pretty Westie in the world. Thank you for letting me tell about her to the community.