I don’t know that it gets easier over time, but it does get ... different. The raw feelings fade; it gets easier to remember the good times without the sharp pangs of loss. You never forget, of course, and you wouldn’t want to forget. You do stop thinking about it every day, though.
I know it’s hard, but try not to torture yourself by second guessing your decision to end Callie’s suffering. She was uncomfortable. She couldn’t digest her food and was losing too much weight. She knew — in the strange way that animals seem to know — that her time was up. She didn’t think you gave up on her, she just knew that your arms and your love surrounded her while the pain left her body. |