That sucks. My dad got a dog, Mic, when I was 9 months old. At one point the dog ran away, and we thought he was gone for good and got two new dogs, Brooke & Jake. Mic was actually found and had been shot twice with a BBs that he had in him for the rest of his life. Brooke was the first pet to die, but she was put to sleep because of some disease and there was never a chance to have that bond. Mic died when I was 12. I was holding him in my arms when he took his last breath. One of the worst feelings in my life. Jake would later get ran over while I was staying at my friends house when I was 17. I blamed my mom at the time for leaving him outside so long. He was my dog, and my dog alone. My mom actually doesn't want anymore dogs because of how sad it is to see them go. I certainly don't look forward to my children dealing with the deaths of any of our three dogs or our cat.
i got choked up when my ex told me she's going to have to put our dog down and i haven't even seen henry in a year or two. i can't imagine what i'll go through when our dog ellie passes on.
Sorry to hear that man. I remember when we had to put my Yorkie down, a "family member" for 15 years. And when my 10yr old bird was killed my my sister's dogs. That thing was like a dog to me, always walked up to me on my bed or desk and put its head down to be scratched. Hope your kids deal with it alright.
