…we’ve ever had to do.
Grieving over the loss of a pet is HARD. Many people – those of a tougher disposition, perhaps, or those who’ve never had a pet – might not understand, I’m not blaming them, I’d like them to know – *bow, scrape*- and they might say: ‘It’s only a pet.’ Husband is burying her this afternoon after the vet put her to sleep when illness caught up with her and I’ve dreaded it. He brought her back from the vet and she’s in the utility room as I type. I don’t feel horrific, but I’ll be glad when it’s all over and we can move on. She was my unjudgemental companion for some years while I suffered depression, so naturally I’m going to grieve.