But right now in this moment my heart is broken into a million pieces.
But this morning she is shaking and in shock and cannot eat/drink because she cannot use the bathroom (and I assume knew this just out of common sense she had) and refused to eat/drink anything so my dad bit the bullet early on.
And this sweet face is no longer with us. Is my heart broken? Yes.
Does it dampen my spirits? Yes.
Do I know she deserved to be put out of her misery rather than another day or hours of pain? Yes.
But it still hurts.
Anyone who knows me can tell you I take it to heart when a dog is injured or dies. A part of me dies with them.
The same for today, and right now.