Thank you very much, kind words indeed. Today I've been blessed with all these responses but I shouldn't have been surprised really. NSC is truly a great forum - in my view the best.
They do indeed. Gail (who looked after Obi nearly all the time and always called him 'Obes' was crying her eyes out when we went down to say goodbye. 'I'm so sorry, this is most unprofessional' she said. We all just stood there in a sort of group hug. Wonderful people. Even the receptionist had...
It's so difficult to know when it's 'that time'. But it must be better to let them go a little early when all the signs are there than guess everything is fine (not that I'm saying Triggaaar is)
I have taken great comfort from all of these replies that we have done what's best in the long run...
It would seem so, but at the time (and over the phone) my mind was all over the place. Obi left in the morning and you wouldn't have thought anything was wrong. I was hoping the biopsy would show a benign growth had been removed and at worst medication would fix the enzyme levels in his liver...
Thank you mate, you are right about things reminding you. Even thinking about going into town I immediately think 'will Obi be alright for an hour'...and then it hits me.
My missus wants Obi home after cremation so I've bought a little memorial for them to put his ashes in and also a pawprint in clay. He will be home next week - I actually feel a lot better with even this little event. We'll find somewhere for him to be (I say we, it'll be Dawn taking charge...
Thank you for all these lovely replies, they are helping more than you can imagine. I've been stuck in the house ever since as my missus was getting ready for her trip to France and yesterdays grotty weather. But today the weather is nicer so it's time to get the bike out to ride into Shoreham...
My missus says 'never again' but I just know, given time, it will be 'shall we just pop over to Dog's Trust - just to have a look?' It's a bit early for that but I know it's coming
Dear all, I thought I'd ask the great and good of NSC if they had any advice on coming to terms with losing a pet (in my case a 14 year-old Staffy)
My Obi was a Battersea rescue and was 9 years old when he adopted us. It has been such a joy to have him in our lives an all has been well until...