Anyone who has ever owned a pet and has had to say goodbye to them knows what it feels like to think about never getting to experience their love or make anymore memories with them. Having had so many animals over the years, it’s easy to recall the emotions from the many times my family and I have had to hold a beloved pet in their final moments. Individual emotions are hard to describe and incomparable to any other experience.
You can find many articles that will tell you how to cope with the loss of your pet or making the decision to end their suffering but nothing will really prepare you for the moment it happens. The first family pet that we lost was our Pembroke Welsh Corgi, Max. I may have mentioned his story before but he was the first “child” for my parents and they got him a little while after they got married. According to my mom, he was the “clearance dog” since he was the runt of his litter, lacked a tail, and had abnormally long fur. But he was a typical puppy and we have pictures of him holding onto the leg of my dad’s pants as he walked around the house.