The three stages of pet bereavement and how to resolve your guilt

As Scarlett slumped, dead, in my arms, I felt my heart break. Worst of all was knowing I had done this to her. It was March 29, 2021, and I had just killed my dog.

It was I who had rung the vet and booked the appointment, and I who had cooked her final meal ( Best Ever Burger). It was I who led her into the surgery, lifted her up on to the trolley and held her while the vet put the cannula into her leg.

I'd nodded at the vet to let her start administering the deadly solution and I'd seen what no one else saw, a flash of reproach in her eyes, even as she fell lifeless into my arms.

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