I’m supposed to put my childhood dog down in less than a week and I can’t cope
I’ve had my boy for 16 years (I’m 22 now, got him when I was 6). I’ve known for awhile that his time is coming to an end, and my parents broke the news to me that they made the decision to put him down next Tuesday (for reference, I was still in college in a different city, so I wasn’t around him everyday). Every time I try talking about it or even thinking about it, I completely break down. He’s genuinely my soulmate. I know he is suffering and this is the right thing to do. He’s lived an amazing life, surrounded by a family who loves him SO much, but for some reason that doesn’t offer me any sort of comfort or helps me to accept the fact any more. I feel sick to my stomach. He was my first ever dog and I still remember the day we got him. I’ve never felt this sort of pain in my heart and I’m scared for how my mental health is going to suffer as a result of this because I already suffer from pretty extreme anxiety and depression. I guess I’m just asking for some advice on how to cope or just support in general.