This is a decision I never thought I’d have to make and it is the loneliest most painful decision I’ve ever made.

Going back through photos and videos it’s clear his mental health was declining despite the meds and the management.

It’s so quiet and there’s so many things I can do now that I just don’t want to because it still feels wrong. I can use the ice dispenser on the fridge, I can use the air fryer, I can vacuum, I can lounge freely and eat on the couch without worrying about him, I can leave his favorite soft fluffy things out and they won’t get destroyed, I can leave all the doors open, I can leave without him distress barking but when I come back there’s no more absolutely insane enthusiastic greeting.

It feels horrible but I know I did the right thing. I am very thankful to have a wonderful vet that supported and validated my decision and showed so much compassion. I just needed to let some of my grief out and send my love to anyone else that had to make this choice.