I feel like a bad person for not being in the room when they put down my childhood dog Lucky, when I was 17. We all said our goodbyes, and it was really time for her to go (13 yo maltese-westie with numerous health problems) but I still feel like I fucked up by not being there.
She was my first dog, and I was going through an undiagnosed depression so it probably wouldn’t have been a good idea for me to witness her actually perish, but I still feel so bad about it.
Thank you for reading this.
You did not fuck up at all. For your own health it was best, but also you being distraught would have also been upsetting to your dog so in that case it was likely the best for her as well. There’s nothing wrong with not being able to or even wanting to be present. The important part is that your family let her have a peaceful and gentle end.
