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Sorry you lost your buddy. I still regret not going in with my dog when he was put down. My stepfather got me a pit terrier black lab mix for my ninth birthday. He lived until I was 25! I couldn't take him to my house for long because he was very territorial and didn't like being away from HIS home which was my parents house. His name was Malcolm. I loved him so much he was a little dog and my buddy. When he started to not be able to hold his bathroom and he couldn't walk down the steps too well my mom said it was time. My stepfather asked me to go with him to put him to sleep. I didn't go, I was selfish and a coward. I couldn't bare to watch him be put down. My own stepfather couldn't do it either. My aunt ended up taking him in the back . My dog loved my aunt, but I always knew that Malcolm wondered where I was at when he was being put down. This is one of my regrets. I should have been a man instead of a wuss and held my dog while he took his last breath. I'm 50 now, this was 25 years ago but I still think about it.
 
Sorry you lost your buddy. I still regret not going in with my dog when he was put down. My stepfather got me a pit terrier black lab mix for my ninth birthday. He lived until I was 25! I couldn't take him to my house for long because he was very territorial and didn't like being away from HIS home which was my parents house. His name was Malcolm. I loved him so much he was a little dog and my buddy. When he started to not be able to hold his bathroom and he couldn't walk down the steps too well my mom said it was time. My stepfather asked me to go with him to put him to sleep. I didn't go, I was selfish and a coward. I couldn't bare to watch him be put down. My own stepfather couldn't do it either. My aunt ended up taking him in the back . My dog loved my aunt, but I always knew that Malcolm wondered where I was at when he was being put down. This is one of my regrets. I should have been a man instead of a wuss and held my dog while he took his last breath. I'm 50 now, this was 25 years ago but I still think about it.
You need to stop beating yourself up for this. As I mentioned Kennel master, I've cycled through so many dogs including my own personal dual purpose dogs.
I've been there many times and if it's easy your a physco. Of course it's hard . It's your best friend it's supposed to be hard.
I have dropped them off, been in the room even pushed the purple needle plunger on my personal dog. Trust me it didn't help me with the hole in my heart when U was gone. I was ruined for months. My tears could fill an ocean. I quit training and was done with dogs. Then I realized how much work went into training me by that dog. He suffered through my ineptitude and made me a better trainer and person. I dishonored him by quitting and wasted all his time. He wouldn't have wanted me to suffer mentally without him. He would have wanted me to be better with my next dog. I was back.
Your dog didn't wonder where you were and he wasn't alone. He was released from suffering and now both of you can remember all the cool stuff you did. Not wanting to see him pass doesn't make you a coward. That's silly. It makes you an empathetic human being that loved your dog.
Sit with a dog and tell them of your dogs deeds you'll feel better your dog will hear you.
 
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