I don't feel like existing. My dog died on Sunday and the house feels empty. I feel empty. I am utterly wrecked. His name was Max and he was the most alive dog to ever have lived.He had a tumor that ruptured and started bleeding into his stomach. His liver and lungs were also compromised. There was no other choice but to euthanize him. We said goodbye, but couldn't be present for the actual euthanasia, since it would be too hard to watch him die. Even if it was the right choice, it doesn't make it hurt any less. I can't believe he's gone and I'll never see him again.
We keep meaning to pick up his commemorative paw print mold, harness, and leash, but it's too hard.