r/reactivedogs • u/Conscious_Spread3016 • 13h ago
Behavioral Euthanasia Life is easier, but not better.
Grieving your reactive dog is such a paradox.
Spent six years managing my reactive girl and building my whole life around her. I couldn't go on vacation at all; I could run errands but not without checking every box to make sure our other dog and kid at home were safe. I could never just live in the moment because I was always checking those safety boxes.
All my habits centered on removing triggers and/or monitoring her every single second. The vet recommended behavioral euthanasia three years ago, but Prozac and a behaviorist helped us manage things for three more years.
Yesterday was the day. It's still too raw to get into details about why, and fortunately I got her through her life without hurting a human and without seriously injuring our other dog. But I knew it was the day, and I was able to get her to the vet for euthanasia without her being anxious or aggressive. It was a peaceful passing, and I am thankful for that. I always feared my last memory of her might be her doing something awful.
But... fuck. She was also the best companion I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. She was so snuggly. She gave amazing hugs to me and my husband, her only two safe people who she wasn't reactive toward.
I've had the TV on nonstop because not hearing her bark or her paws click breaks my fucking heart. We walked every day, and it used to annoy me that I had to bring her along on every single walk I took, but now all I want is to hear her excited barks when I pull out her harness.
The vet, vet tech, and our second dog's vet all affirmed that I made the right choice. But it still hurts. This has broken me. I adopted her during my transition to adulthood, and I feel like my identity has been wrapped up in her. Our bond was so strong. Today I woke up in a world where I didn't have to strategize when and where other people in the house and I would eat. I petted my other dog out in the open without worrying about making her jealous.
Life is so much easier, but I'm in so much pain and miss my baby despite how hard she was. I know things will get better eventually, but explaining my grief to people is so complicated because euthanasia in her case sounds like a no-brainer to most people.
I'll love you forever; my complicated, awful, wonderful, beautiful, terrifying, loving paradox of a girl. Loving you was so hard but so wonderful.





