I just put down my childhood dog
I put down my childhood dog, chuck, on Tuesday. He was sixteen years old and he has been part of my family since I was five.
I don’t know how to cope. I can’t even think of him without bursting into tears. Today has been especially hard because I was woken up by a call from the vet to tell me that his ashes are ready for pickup.
I don’t live with my family, and my parents are out of town anyways. My roommate does not have the capacity to support me in any regard, and I think I’ve really screwed things over with one of my friends because of the grief induced anxious breakdown.
I just feel so alone. I can barely eat or sleep, and I’ve been trying to be as busy as possible just so I don’t have to sit with these feelings, which I know isn’t good in the long run, but I can’t make these feelings go away.
I don’t know why I’m posting here. Maybe just to be heard and maybe have my feelings acknowledged. Nothing else has helped so far. I don’t know what to do now that he’s gone.