Its a shit thing but ultimately the best for,your little,friend and he is no longer suffering now. Remember the fun times.
I had to say cheerio to my springer, Heidi last September. She was 13 and I’d had her since 12 weeks old. She has a tumour on her lip and managed ok for about 8 months as normal then she deteriorated over 3 days. The decision was made for itself but to carry it out wasn’t easy. The vet was fantastic and compassionate and I miss her so much still, and that was in September . I was doing some gardening the other day and found one of her tennis balls under a bush. Made me smile, but made me cry.
I remember being in the vets when Heidi passed and I said to the vet ” I never getting a dog again, I can’t bear this”…. It was a selfish statement as I’d just lost my buddy, but as she said you’ve had so much enjoyment and happiness ( both ways ) just give it time and you may want another. Hopefully we will when it’s time.
Anyway, I’m waffling now. I know how, it feels, it’s not easy. Remember the fun times and happiness your buddy gave you and the family and find a nice tribute. We planted a rose bush last week and put Heidi’s ashes and ball with it too. The rose bush was called ” sweet dreams” which I thought was fitting.
Take it easy.