I went to pick up my littlest dog from the vet's office today - she had her teethed cleaned and a small tumor removed from her front elbow - and as I was standing there waiting to pay my bill, this older, very large man comes barging by me, face red, tears streaming down his cheeks, collar and leash in his hand. I knew immediately what that meant, as I have been through having a beloved dog put to sleep twice now.
I wanted to grab his arm and hug him, but he was out the door so quickly; I looked in the parking lot, but he had taken off. I can't get him out of my mind, because he was so upset and sad, and I wish there was something I could do to help him. I hope with all my might that he had someone waiting for him at home, or someone he could call to come sit by his side, as I can't imagine going through losing my dog and having to grieve alone.
Crap. Now I have tears again.