I can’t stop crying.  I don’t think I’ll ever forgive myself.  I feel like I betrayed her.  I made her last hour frightening as hell; she hates car rides, the vet, it’s all scary.  And that’s what I did to her.  I know she was suffering and I "had to" put her down.  But I’m sick.  I feel a knife in my heart and one in my gut and it never goes away.  I betrayed her.  I killed her.  I scared her instead of holding her at home in bed.  I can’t stand it.

 

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