When I had to put him down I still had another dog. Max the pit bull. He was my niece’s dog and when she died of a heroin overdose my dumbass sister wanted to put Max down and have him cremated and buried with her. I intervened. Max spent his last 5 years with me. He was great. He didn’t know he was a vicious killer. My golden punked him out. Anyway, Max was still alive when I had to put Raleigh down and after that heartbreak I decided it was too hard losing him so after max passed, no more dogs.
Of course now I have two really great cats and I’m pretty sure I’ll be crushed when they die too.