So glad to have found this site. We had to say goodbye to our wonderful yellow lab, Hamish, on 5th September this year and I’m finding it increasingly difficult to cope with losing him. He was 12 and was suffering from bad arthritis and latterly, laryngeal paralysis. Both were such horrible, cruel conditions and he fought them stoically until he just couldn’t do it any more. He had slowed down a lot in the last year but even a few weeks before we had him put to sleep he wanted to play chase in the garden (slowly) and would come to the front door to greet me and ask for a tummy rub when I returned from work. He didn’t understand why his family kept on going away (my oldest recently left for uni)but was always so happy to see us back. As a young dog he was very challenging - almost untrainable - (think Marley and me) and could be fear aggressive with other dogs. With us, however, he was a delight and full of fun. I went to bed each night knowing that he was looking after us ( he once scared burglars away from the house) as much as we looked after him. And he had a real sense of humour and mischief! My grief keeps overwhelming me. I feel guilty that I drove the decision to have him euthanised as he was clearly suffering and I have to live with that. He trusted me and I did this to him... But he wasn’t going to recover unfortunately and I just couldn’t bear to see him gasping for breath so badly and hardly able to walk. We all said our goodbyes and he was put to sleep in our house, so it was as good as it could have been. But I feel as though I’ve lost more than him - it’s as though I’ve lost a part of my life (children growing up and moving away etc) and a big chapter has closed. My husband doesn’t want to get another pet (not for a long time anyway) and I so miss having the unconditional love of a dog in the house.