This is a brutal decision to make. I know the feeling intimately and wouldn’t wish it upon my worst enemy. If you’re looking for hope, there is much on the way.
Time heals and with each day the pain turns to a smile and just fond memories...
After loosing my first pup, I made the decision to “replace” her far too quickly. The home was cold, quiet, and felt empty. The next girl was a ball, but it wasn’t the same. I wish I had waited a bit longer.
Fast forward to 10 years later, and I’m crying like a baby, holding her like a baby as she falls asleep for good.
Holy schmokes did that hurt, but it was the right decision.
Time has a funny way of healing. As unlikely as it sounds now, soon enough you’ll be smiling and telling stories...
I hope this helps you.
Moonshine is a cool name for a dog btw. RIP Moonshine.