When I first moved away from home, I had a small mutt that I named Regan. When Regan was 13, she got cancer. She suffered with it for 2 years before I finally had her put to sleep. I held her in my arms as they tranquilized her and then put her to sleep. As she was being tranquilized, she reached up and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I like to believe that she was grateful to be put out of her misery.
I don't feel guilty about having her put to sleep. What I do feel guilty about is having waited so long, and her having suffered due to my own selfish inability to let her go.
I know she is in a better and pain free place. God bless Regan, and all of our furbabies who so unselfishly brighten our lives.
God bless you and your family Heidi, for putting your furbaby's needs above your own. ((((hugs)))) sweetie. I know Buck will be waiting for all of you at the end of the Rainbow Bridge.
It's 11 years later, and still I am crying as I type this.