When it feels like you are drowing in your grief, talk to someone that can keep you afloat.
I saw my first euthanasia at 18 years old, on work experience at a veterinary practice. I was absolutely hysterical, and it wasn't even my dog. I thought to myself 'if I feel this bad about a dog I had never met before now, how did the owners feel?' I wanted to make sure that no one ever felt that they were alone, that they had someone to talk to.
More importantly I wanted people to know that the loss is valid, it does matter and I do get itand understand.
Working in veterinary practice I have seen many a pet pass away, or seen some that had already passed, or held many a pet that wasn't mine and whispered goodnight into many a velvet ear.
I have seen some sights that wil never leave me, so believe me when I say there is not much I haven't seen.
I will work with you and support you for as long as you need.