MeghanIsMe

Nathan is having a much harder time with having euthanized King today than I am. He was King's person; I was just there most of the time. I hope I don't diminish his grief by talking about mine.

I've been having a difficult day today, but I'm only realizing how difficult in retrospect. Not a sharp pain kind of day, but a low-grade depression, eat-a-lot-of-chocolate kind of day. It's been a while since I've had one of those, and that's ok once in a while, so I'm not unhappy in a meta-sense about it.

I stayed with King while the procedure was done. It was quiet and peaceful. Among many other feelings I had, it felt quiet and peaceful. I felt good about the vet. It felt as though I was taking care of him. When my last dog, Kuma, died, I was out of town and I continue to feel bad about that sometimes. It felt good to be there with King, especially in that context.

It's strange to be able to leave the door to the bathroom open, and to not expect him to come hop onto my tummy while I'm lying on the couch.

No particular observation other than that. I mark the passing of a wonderful companion animal who I will miss very much indeed.