I'm struggling with the guilt of grieving. I remember this when lost my first piggie last year but even worse this time.
My beautiful hilarious boy Ollie had to be pts last night and although I know it was the right thing to do and no choice as his death was imminent and by time got to vet his heart rate so slow but I couldn't let him suffer and already felt guilt of leaving it one more day. He wasn't showing signs of suffering but hadn't eaten for too long and refused water.
It meant the children and I got to say goodbye and I know he felt loved and wasn't alone but I'm now feeling guilt for not taking him to the vet as soon as I thought something may be wrong.
I thought he would be fine and then he rapidly deteriorated from being fine to having died within a few days.
I thought red on newspaper was wee from strawberries but now wonder if blood. He next day stopped eating and pooing although didn't seem in distress at all. I fed him water through syringe once he stopped coming out of his cosy bed.
My husband says there's nothing I could've done to change the outcome, it was his time, but I can't help this guilt. Hurts so bad.
I gave him so much love, care, attention, cuddles and adored him and so it's hard to feel I let him down. Feel I let kids down too especially my daughter who was fantastic with him.
What if he could've been cured?
Thanks for listening x
My beautiful hilarious boy Ollie had to be pts last night and although I know it was the right thing to do and no choice as his death was imminent and by time got to vet his heart rate so slow but I couldn't let him suffer and already felt guilt of leaving it one more day. He wasn't showing signs of suffering but hadn't eaten for too long and refused water.
It meant the children and I got to say goodbye and I know he felt loved and wasn't alone but I'm now feeling guilt for not taking him to the vet as soon as I thought something may be wrong.
I thought he would be fine and then he rapidly deteriorated from being fine to having died within a few days.
I thought red on newspaper was wee from strawberries but now wonder if blood. He next day stopped eating and pooing although didn't seem in distress at all. I fed him water through syringe once he stopped coming out of his cosy bed.
My husband says there's nothing I could've done to change the outcome, it was his time, but I can't help this guilt. Hurts so bad.
I gave him so much love, care, attention, cuddles and adored him and so it's hard to feel I let him down. Feel I let kids down too especially my daughter who was fantastic with him.
What if he could've been cured?
Thanks for listening x