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I had one dog drop dead in front of me as I was trying to get him to go to the vet because he was ill. And believe me, that wasn't nearly as bad as taking his predecessor to the vet for The Final Deed. (Although to be fair, I was MUCH closer to the first dog than the second one, to the point that I had him cremated and his ashes reside in a nice box on my entertainment center.)
I'm convinced I suffered a bout of depression after I had him put down because he had cancer. I just didn't feel right afterward for several months, until it finally hit me that I was still feeling the effects. That lifted the cloud, but I still have an occasional pang of remorse.
I have two dogs now, one about 10 or 11, the other a couple years younger. The oldest is steadily slowing down, and I once again am having to confront that possibility that it will be up to me to determine her fate.
I'm glad the "home remedy" is more readily available now. I'm almost certain to go that route. I only wish I had done that for my first dog (and now I'm feeling guilty again over that).
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