My woozle passed away 27 February 2014 Thursday at approximately 10am. He wasn't put to sleep, he died in my bed. He died too damned early, probably only half way through a full life. He was diagnosed with Addison's Disease, but it may not have been that, rather a combination of things related to renal failure for which I feel guilty for not taking better care and also tied with the declining yet complex cognitive decline of my mother of whom I still take care. I am going through the usual stages of grief and suppose I will get to acceptance amid all of the other things I have burdening me. To say I am down is an understatement if I cry every hour or so. He was a purebred Australian Terrier, the first AKC dog I've ever owned after our several rescue dogs. I am writing this late in the evening so it's simply a small internet memorial and not worthy of asking for recs or tips. DK is probably my only real family for what that's worth I'm grateful for the sympathy in other diaries. This one is for me.
Goodbye handsome lad. I'm sorry for any part I played in your suffering. Please forgive me. I hope that we will meet again someday. I love you.