Well, last night was difficult for me. My family dog of thirteen years got sick and we had to put him down. I cried for a half hour and I still tear up a little. However, talking to my mom led me to a realization; I need to be happy he's gone. Before everyone starts calling me a monster, I will explain why.
My dog was in pain, he couldn't even stand to pee anymore. He couldn't get up steps, he was thinning out extremely fast, and he just looked tired. Wishing I could keep him here is extremely selfish of me. He went to a better place last night and I was crying because he left me.
I thought of all these things, and then I felt at peace because I realized he is at peace. I sent up a prayer that he chase my housecat who also is deceased around Heaven. I thanked him for being a wonderful puppy, and I took a deep breath.
My husband of course ended my acceptance with a wonderfully cheesy joke and I thank him for that. He said "Don't worry honey, all dogs go to Heaven. Haven't you seen the movie? Sheesh."
And with that, I am smiling again.
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