My sister and my step dad put my childhood dog down this morning. It was the right choice. He had seizures and arthritis and getting him to take his meds this last week was hard. When he didn’t, he was miserable. He was able to make it a few more weeks when they convinced him to take his meds... but that only lasted so long.
It was the right choice, but I couldn’t be there. I knew I probably couldn’t because of covid. I said my goodbyes a few weeks ago, because that’s when things started getting worse. I had to at least say goodbye. Even if it wasn’t in the exact moment. I flew out and self quarantined before and after to make sure. I thought it would make this easier but it hasn’t and I don’t know what to do. I know what I’m feeling isn’t the same thing my sister is feeling. I moved away years ago. I have my cats. But... it doesn’t make this not hurt.
I knew this was coming for the last year. I thought I was ready... but it’s not easy. I can’t be there for them. I said goodbye but that was weeks ago. It’s not the same. I know they’re upset but I can’t be there for them and I just don’t know what to do.
I dunno if this is the right subreddit, but even if no one reads this, I needed to type it out because I don’t know what else to do.
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