Lately, I have been struggling with the thought that I extended Willa's life with all those medications for selfish reasons.
So far, my guilt was about the euthanasia, even though deep in my heart I know that it was the right thing to do.
Now I have doubts about what I have done for (or to) her with all the meds.
Up to her last day, she never seemed uncomfortable, and she always ate (with the help of meds), was still somewhat playful and always affectionate.
So I'm not sure why I feel that way. Maybe it was the remark of her vet. She gave me a gift after Willa's passing and she said that she had it for almost a year, because she never though that Willa would live that long. Of course, it was with her help.
Thank you for letting me ramble on. It has been a little more than 2 months now, and suddenly, after I thought I was doing ok, I'm in a dark place.