I got a sympathy card from the vet's office. It was signed by 24 people. I
felt it in my gut. I was a bit shocked. -Later I realized that the two
doctors I had worked with were not signed on the card. Maybe even vet
doctors don't want to do anything that might seem like admitting guilt, or
making a mistake.
I had my carpet steam cleaned. I miss my "friend" so much, but my home is
starting to look like something a normal person would have. I now realize
that the whole place was organized to accommodate my dog's needs.
A weight of responsibility has been lifted from my shoulders. That
responsibility may have helped keep me stable, but it was a lot of stress.
I ate his last meal. We often shared food. He didn't eat during his last 3
days, but I would bring him the best possible meals in the hope he would be
tempted. When he refused this one, I put it in the refrigerator. After he
was gone, I ate it myself.
I'm not sleeping well. I dream about his illness.