Then I took him in and the vet's office was amazing (they always are) and so kind and patient. Max went very peacefully and I'm so grateful that all his suffering is over. But I also miss him a huge amount. I'm an absolute wreck. I feel peaceful about the decision but that really doesn't make it easier to handle. I love that dog so much, he was my whole heart.
Just after it was over, the vet hugged me and said that it was unfair, that it seemed like we should be able to keep our pets forever. I nodded. She looked at me and said, "You'll see him again." It was exactly what I most needed to hear at that moment and I'm holding onto it.
I'm ok. I know it was the right thing. But I'm just very sad. This is just a really hard time.
You don't have to say anything, truly. I just needed to share this with you, so many of my fangirl friends met Max or listened to me talk about him. I needed you to know too.
Here's the last picture I took of him, just this morning: