Abby was in a shelter and she was deemed too aggressive. She was scheduled to be put down the next day. I adopted her.
So after 12 years my Abby girl passed away. I was surprised at how heartbroken I was. I have had many dogs before and have been devastated by their passing before but Abby seemed to be a little different. I think it was because I knew she was not well for a few months and I knew deep down inside it was cancer.
So I took it one day at a time and tried not to think about the inevitable. I recognized my continued grief was guilt. In my mind I may have waited too long to end her suffering. But on the other hand I did not want to rush the process. I still grieve for her over a year later but life does go on.
I have another dog now, me saving her and her saving me and one day I will cry for her too. But the love that is given before that time is immeasurable. So I will continue until its my time.