Haunted By Actions Of His Last Day Options

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Regret, regret, regret. That is all that I can manage to muster. The final times I saw my beloved Klaus alive was on Tuesday morning. I took him for his morning walk and all seemed fine. He was upbeat and and happy to go out as usual. Ntohing gave me any clue that a few short hours later my life would be drastically changed forever.

Our usual morning ritual would be for me to get up, find him laying outside of my bedroom door for his morning acknowledgement, give him a pet and say good morning. After my shower, I would take him for his morning walk, bring him back inside and go to work. Before leaving the house I would tell him I love him and that I would either see him later or be a good boy.

For some reason, on this last day of his life, I did not tell him I love him. All I can remember is seeing him out of the corner of my eye as I walked out the door. WHY DIDN'T I TELL HIM THAT I LOVED HIM????? Was Klaus asking himself why is he not talking to me? Did I hurt his feelings? Did I cause him to die with a broken heart?

These questions will haunt my existance until the end of time. I am devastated by nt only his sudden, unexpected loss, but also my failure to let him know one last time that I love him.

I know that he would not want me to be sad, but I think that all of the pain I feel is deserved for taking my sweet boy granted.

I'm sorry Klaus. Please forgive me.

[Ann H]

Brett, I guess all of us blame ourselves for something. I was not to pleasant with Snookie at times when she had to go out in the cold night so often a few weeks before she passed away. I chewed her out when she pee pee'd in my car when she had never did that before. She could not help it and I am ashamed of myself for getting onto her I am not the type to be unkind. Maybe the pain of the things we feel ashamed about will one day get easier like hopefully the pain of them being taken from our arms will be.
Ann