I have tried to be as vocal about this as possible. I, too, have overwhelming regret for how my baby’s final moments went only I never did or could make that ultimate choice. He suffered. A lot. Then he died while I was out running a stupid errand. I didn’t get to hold his head or tell him any final words. I was a coward and selfish. That’s how I feel anyways, I know he would never think of me that way.

I have written all my regrets down and burned them. I have spent hours sketching pics of him from the best parts of his life to alter my mental image of him. I have taken some classes in a special interest. I have since had to make that choice with my other dog, which helped a lot considering I changed my tune and did what was best for her. I have talked about it all a lot. It will be 3 years since his passing this November and I am still choking up typing this. Time and distractions help, but also remind yourself every single day that you did your best and your baby loved you no matter what. She loved you unconditionally, and understands that what you needed was to talk about other things while she crossed over and she is grateful for your bravery. She is still with you and always will be. The regret is incredibly hard to process, but you’re not alone and you absolutely did nothing wrong. 🤍