Dog has to be put down

>dog has to be put down
I genuinely do not think I can survive this. Fuck this. This is too much pain. Being alive is fucking bullshit.

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Just make sure you have enough to buy the remains back. They put my cat down and we couldn't afford the ashes. It's such fucking horseshit how expensive it is...

It's pretty sad op.
I've had to put down my dog before it was pretty sad. At least I was the one who did it.

When you are ready, adopt another one from a shelter. Think of it like giving a 2nd life to a poor soul there

> had to

I had pets since I have memory, and a horde of them at that. I have yet to be in a situation where he HAS to be out down.

What does he have?

When they're sick and suffering is when you have to put them down, user. I hope they keep you alive, too.

OP I know it's hard. My cat that I've had since I was eight years old had to be put down a couple months ago due to liver failure. It still makes me welp up thinking about it. It's not easy. And the healing process is very long and dreadful. Soon the memories you had with your dog will not make you sad, but happy that you had those moments with him.
As there will never be another dog quite like the one you had, you can always save another dog's life and make new memories with it. Grieving the loss of a pet is never easy. If there is a heaven, he most certainly is in it now.

My dog had to be put down last month. I feel your pain, OP!
It'll be hard but you'll get through it.

Don't you ever foget to be grateful for the time you shared with your dog.
Think about it, among all the shit that happens in this world of dualism and hate, you got to know your dog. Truly a blessing.

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