Yesterday my the dog(Shadow) I have had since I was fourteen years old died of old age. He was nearly 20. Ten minutes prior to my dog's death, one of our two cats(Zod) died. He just turned a year old last month.
Shadow has been going downhill for months, and Zod was extremely sick in June, but we had him treated, and he got better. He was acting like he didn't feel well Tuesday night, but it didn't seem serious until we woke up yesterday morning. My fiance and I held him until he passed.
I am really bummed out about it. With Zod I feel as though I didn't do enough to prevent it, despite the fact that in June the vet told us that he may have some sort of immune system issues that he was born with. The vet described it as his own immune system suddenly attacking his own body.
With Shadow....... I feel like the person who has been in my circle the longest, my longest friend is gone. I have caught myself thinking, "I need to make sure he has water; Shadow needs to go outside; I'm going to give Shadow this pizza crust" and other thoughts like that.
Last night I had nightmares that I did not bury them deep enough and the rain uncovered their graves, or that they weren't really dead, I even had a dream that they came back, and not in a pleasant alive kind of way, but an awful undead kind of way.
I am going to boil it all down to the simplest to word statement I can; THIS SUCKS.