My Yorkie

Yesterday I lost my beloved male Yorkie. He had a bad heart and crippling arthritis. My spouse kept denying that he was suffering, but I knew he was. Two days before, he started rapid resperation, fighting to breathe, and his sides were heaving. I took him to the vets, knowing that his time was up, and I would not allow him to suffer anymore. My spouse refused to go, so I had to do it alone. I loved him enough to let go, but it hurts. I see him everywhere I look, and can’t bring myself to pick up his favorite dog beds yet.
Sandra from FL