Jack was with us for two and a half years. And in that time, I fell deeply in unconditional love with him. He started having noticeable health issues the last year he was with us, but nothing our vet was alarmed about. One Sunday afternoon, during a walk, Jack collapsed, as he did periodically. In the evening, he had very labored breathing, and because it seemed so extreme to me, we took him to the emergency vet.
The vet gave us one more option. We could leave him with her, and she would start treating him with heart medication, and we would see how he did overnight, and reassess in the morning. We went with that option. Jack did not make it to the next morning.
I was devastated. I had never felt that depth of loss and pain before.
|Motor, so photogenic.|
These two losses have taught me a lot about grief. What to expect and how to take care of myself while going through it. I'd like to share some of my insights, in the hopes they may be helpful for others, going through the same process.
Please see my next post. This one is getting to long to continue.