The last few days have been highly emotional for me.
I really didn't want to let him go, but it wasn't about me.
I break into tears constantly.
I think about the past - not enough about the good times yet...
* Could I have done something different to prevent this?
* Was he truly ready and suffering as much as it appeared?
* Did I do everything to satisfy Radar's needs?
* Would he have had a better life if someone else (more experienced) had rescued him?
The last two have nagged me for a long time.
On the positive side, the emotional support from the DS community is amazing. So may well wishes, prayers, and condolences. I don't know how I could ever show my gratitude to everyone.
There will be memorial video coming soon. I can't get through all the pictures and videos without breaking down at the moment.
I also plan to publish an open letter to the asshole(s) who abused and abandoned him. Little did they know what an amazing dog he was and how he impacted not just my life but many others.
This is the shelter photo that connected Radar and me:
