I'm not sure... I keep feeling so scared- what an awful thing- to decide what to do with the life... this life that brought me everything- so much happiness, so much love- completely unconditional- I love Leon with all my heart-
Did I do the right thing? He was only 7 years old- do dogs really get that bad of cancer at that age?? He was just a baby to me- of course, they are all our babies regardless of age, right? Were the vets honest?? I mean, they wouldn't want to put him to sleep unless it was necessary, right?
I'm home alone with strep throat- I wish I could just be well at least- so I can go to work, here I just cry and miss Leon- the reality settles in all too much. I was watching a movie in bed- and I found myself all curled up- where Leon would lay in the C curve of my legs. If I fell asleep, and accidentally kicked him- he'd jump off the bed and give me a little growl. I use to always want him there with me- so I would call him to come back up, to lay down in the bed with me... Today, I really felt he was there, but when I went to pet him- I was just flooded-- as if it had all just happened again- the guilt, the sadness... I just miss him so much! I can't believe he is gone... I want him to be at the Rainbow Bridge so badly- I want him to be playing with his friends, but -- I miss him so so much. I wish he had never been sick- I wish I would've waited to have more time with him, Instead I thought the surgery should be done- I was worried that the mass on his spleen would rupture and cause internal bleeding- But if I'd have slowed down... maybe he and I could've said goodbye better- maybe I could've just had more time to think...
Now I'm just left with thoughts, and nothing can bring back Leon... I am so sad without him.
How have you found peace in the decision? How have you been able to quiet all the questions, and thoughts??? All the guilt?
-Rebecca