My dog was put down today.
She was having problems yesterday, not eating, struggling to walk or go to the toilet, being really tired and not moving, even though just 2 days ago she was running around with a squeaky toy and fine.
The vet said that it felt like she had a swollen liver, so they had a blood test done and I had to take her down to the vet today on my own to get her sent off for scans and stuff.
Before I walked her down, I told her how much I loved her and said goodbye, just in case, and we had a nice walk down to the vets. She was slow and and I had to carry her at some points, but she was curious about things, she was exploring and smelling stuff and she seemed quite happy considering.
I told her to be a good girl at the vets and then left her to go home, and I got a call a bit later to say that she had a huge tumor in her stomach. They put her under anesthetic to do a chest X-ray and they found out that the cancer had spread to her chest as well and it wasn't worth operating.
So then they rang up my dad and he give the all-clear for them to put her to sleep, and he came home a few hours later and told me.
I was the last one to see her, I was the last one to say anything to her, I was the last one to carry her and tell her I love her,I watched as the vet picked her up and took her away. and I'm just an absolute wreck right now.
I'm just glad I was able to say goodbye.