I guess I am beating myself up over it. My husband was too much of a wuss to make the final call, so it was up to me (and he is usually the big decision maker in our family-I like to roll with the flow.)
It is ruff.
No dog bowls to wash, no one to let in and out a thousand times a day, no one to tuck in with us at night. No licks or snuggles together during the day. No one to go for rides in the car with me to the mailbox, grandma's, etc.
No one to milk me for milkbones all the live long day--oooh how she loved her milkbones!
I have no regrets as far as the life she led. She was the Queen!
She went to Germany 3X, Switzerland, Austria, Finland 2X to visit grandpa. She went to northern Michigan, Taos and Santa Fe, New Mexico, and Hilton Head to visit her auntie.
I try to comfort myself with the hopes that we saved her from declining so far that she would suffer greater than what she may have. Sigh.
I have found so much comfort on yorkie talk this week.
Thank you all for your kindness, understanding, and support. |