Oh, how sad for you. I completely understand. I've kind of got the mopes today, too. My son is only fifteen, and is just gone to football camp, but being home alone today, as I so rarely am, already I feel a really bad case of empty-nest-syndrome coming on. Actually, I've felt it for months, and even when he's here.
In addition to that, last night, I saw a kitty hit by a car. Not my kitty; I'm actually allergic to cats and can't have one. Just a kitty I saw crossing the road. I thought it had been hit, so I went back to check on it, and it was seriously injured, paralyzed (thankfully) I think, but still alive. I picked it up and took it home, and it died in the car right after we arrived.
I'm 43 years old, but I've never seen anything, either human or animal, die before. I've always been sort of puzzled by death anyway, how something can be alive and vibrant one minute and then just . . . absent from its body the next. So sad.
Well, anyway, I just wanted to say I'm very sorry for your loss, and I truly feel for you. I've lost several pets, but I've never had to put one to sleep. It's one of my looming fears, because I adore animals.
And thank you for letting me tell you all about the kitty. I really needed to tell someone but didn't know how to bring it up.
Shari