Ten days ago, I realized that my main companion in my life for the past thirteen years was no longer happy. Should I have realized this sooner? Was I blind to her suffering? I can't answer those questions, but what I can do is continue to reassure myself that I did the right thing when it was needed to be done. I don't know if it should have been sooner. But the main thing is that she is no longer suffering anymore. Eight days ago, I let Abby take her last breath and at the time, felt like it was right. She slept twenty-three hours a day anyway, being "asleep forever" would be no different, except for no pain and wetting herself. It was my best judgement to say that she was practically lifeless anyway, the few weeks leading up to putting her down. It was a rather rapid decline in health, and she lost almost a fifth of her weight in just under a month. She just did not enjoy life anymore. I felt like she was telling me it was time to end her life. She no longer wanted to be awake. So I gave her the greatest gift I could, and ended her life. Looking back, I have no idea how I remained composed during the process. But when the veterinarian started injecting Abby's little leg with the pink liquid, I knew there was no turning back. It was scary, to be honest. The unknown was ahead of me, and I wasn't sure how I would react. I remained composed until the next day. Ever since then, I have been a mess. Without my dog, I have been completely lost in this world. She was my security blanket. A constant in my life of chaos, bullying, abuse, and loneliness. She was there for me when no one else was. And now she is no longer here for me. Clay has been a huge support through this process of grief I have been going through, and he is now my security blanket. And so are all of you, my friends. Abby did her job to get me through my difficult times, and now it is only fair to let her rest. She did a good job, she was the best pet I could have ever asked for, and she has earned this rest. I miss her so much, but all I can do is remember the good times we shared before her health started to decline. If you could just keep me in your thoughts, I would be grateful. Thanks for reading this, it means a lot to me and my late best friend Abby.