It is day 2 of not having Gizmo on the Earthly plane. These are harsh days. I have another moment of wisdom to impart. I was speaking with a nurse today, who has to have these exact conversations regularly. I told her briefly about what had happened and she came back to me with a perspective that actually got through to me a little. She said, death is a part of life. It is inevitable. So the only thing you potentially have a say in is, how do you want it to be when you go? Would you have it any different from how it was? As i sat back in the chair I realised she was right. Conditions were perfect for such an awful event to happen. I was relaxed having just come in from a very chilled morning. We were together. It was quick. He felt no pain. And I got to spend as much time with him as I needed to before he had to be taken to the vets. I can’t think of anything I would have changed. I had people around me all day, the right people, because it was a Sunday and all those people were free. I couldn’t have planned it better myself. I need to be at least thankful for that.
My beautiful boy <3