Had to put one of our dogs down on Sunday. This is the first dog I've ever had to do that with (lost a cat previously). It's really, really heavy.
He was a wonderful guy, we adopted him as a senior. They guessed he was around 12 and we had him for almost 3 years, so 15 is a good long life. The 3 years we had him he was treated like a king, so it makes me happy knowing he was so happy in his later years.
It is brutal though... we noticed he was slowly declining in his old age, but everything was normal and fine on Saturday night, and on Sunday morning we noticed something was wrong. 10 hours later he was gone. The house feels empty (even with 2 other dogs), his presence was huge. Taking him out was the first thing I did every single morning, so waking up on Monday was hard. I miss him like crazy.
RIP little man