Last weekend, he was flying across the country to be with my ex-boyfriend (long story) and he did not make it... We had planned this so carefully - doing all the research on airlines, going to the vet repeatedly, trying out kennels - so it was an absolute shock to find out that he passed away. We still have no idea what happened, but the vet will let us know in a few weeks. To make matters worse, the airline had no protocol for a situation like this. They promised that a vet would be there in 5 minutes, but only an animal medic showed up 5 HOURS later. The airline has made no response whatsoever.
So as we wait to hear what happened (which we may never ever know), I am struggling to deal with my feelings of incredible sadness and guilt. I've been turning to this forum, a pet loss hotline, my ex, friends, and family for support. Thank goodness for all of these resources. But I can't shake the sense that I let him down because he died so tragically. I spent so much time trying to protect from things in the city, but yet I was the one to put him on the plane.
He was such an amazing dog, so smart and charismatic - a little guy with BIG personality. He always put smiles on people's faces and could always cheer me up. I miss him so much it feels like my heart is broken.
