Well when I found out she had brain cancer the Vet advised me not to take too long to make a call, but she had been fine up until Sunday night so almost 2 weeks. Then I called him straight away Monday morning I couldn’t let her go through that again.
Thar was also hard ringing up and sorting out her being picked up from the Vets to be cremated. She sounded like such a happy lovely person on the phone I don’t know how they do it.
We (the ex and I) went through the same thing. It was so distressing.
The worst thing though for us was not long after our first child was born, our current dog at the time died. Our first child was maybe 12 months old when our long term pup passed away. That pet just adored our new baby and did everything to protect her. It was amazing. Ozone (her name) slept near our newborn daughter, cuddled up to her, stood beside her when people entered the house to protect her etc...
She was an old pet of ours, that had been spoilt and pampered all her life, and then who had to share the limelight with our new baby. It was just incredible how Ozone adjusted to this new extra member of the family. Dogs are seriously f**king amazing.
Anyway, when our first born was about 4, and we had had a second daughter, we again bought another puppy. A save from the RSPCA. The kids adored her until she died just 2 years ago. So much so, that our first daughter (who is the extreme pet lover) insisted that we pay for and return her cremated ashes.
Those ashes are now sitting in an urn in my first born's bedroom. The whole thought of that is sweet and amazing. Such is the effect that our special pets have on us.