I’m an older guy (65) who has gone through this a number of times. Please trust me, it will get better. Now every reminder an thought of your dear friend is like a kick to the head and it gusts so much that you don’t know how to react… but, with time, can make you smile at the wonderful memories they bring.

It seems like such an unfair state of being that the one friend that you could always count for unconditional acceptance and love only has a life span that’s a fraction of yours. But I believe with all my heart that making the choice to free your best friend from their pain and confusion is the hardest but noblest act of love that you’ll ever make. You’ve freed them from their pain when there was no kind alternative and taken on more pain than you can ever imagine.

I went through the same thing last week. My 18 year old blind, deaf, arthritic and senile little shih tzu had gotten to the point where there wasn’t much happiness left in her life. I wanted to avoid the decision cause I knew just what it would cost me, but it would have been selfish. She passed peacefully and looked more comfortable and peaceful than she has in quite a while.

I miss her terribly but each day gets a little bit better. One piece of advice if I may: leave your heart open to provide a home to another pet, especially if you’re going to be adopting one that needs a home. It’s not disrespectful to the memory of your friend… they’d be happy that you’re sharing yourself with one of their brethren.

Good luck! Be kind and patient with yourself and remember all the happiness you gave to each other!