Let me start by saying I live an hour away from the closet vet. So today the dog me and my wife got 8 years ago when we moved in together got hit by a car. It messed him up good but didn't kill him, he was in a lot of pain when I got to him and I knew I couldn't save him. My 2yo son and wife are in hysterics I had to put him out of his misery so I went and got my handgun sent them inside sat next to him and was talking to him as I pet his head. He was just looking at me like please help me , I told him he was a good boy closed my eyes and ended it. I bered him in his favorite nap spot then had to explain to my son that his best friend was gone and couldn't play with him anymore. Now I'm settling in the living room by myself racked with guilt and sadness trying to get it together.