Its not easy watching something die. Either the last labored breaths of the wounded or the slow drifting off of the drug induced. You cant help but think to yourself what's going through their head, and it only gets worse the more attached to something you become.
I watched my dog die today,
and as i sit here and type this I wonder if he knew what was coming. Even if he couldn't talk, couldn't say his feelings...that doesn't make this any easier on me. Because ever time I come home I'm going to miss the dog running up to me with his tongue hanging out at an angle from his mouth. 3 and a half years is a hell of a time to die, especially from