Death of a friend

The saddest day was when I lost my best friend. The previous night I didnt sleep so that I could spend time with her. Then the time came for us to go. I packed her up already teary eyed and we got in the truck. My dad kept trying to say it would put her out of her pain since she couldnt even hop. We went inside and we got checked in and than I sat there petting her through cage, wishing I had been home more often. They called us back and the vet said that there was nothing else he could do and that it was time to say my goodbye as he went to get the nurse and the supplies. Tears were running down my face and I'm sure my sobs could be heard a mile a way. It was 5 minutes and I still wasnt ready to say goodbye. A box of tissues was almost gone. How did they expect me to say goodbye to someone who had changed my life. They said I could be with her till she closed her eyes, but I hurt so much my dad told me to just go to the truck. I left her there for her final moments with complete strangers. I cried the rest of the day and into the night. No matter what the saddness consumed me. My mother tried to help but nothing would work. I was broken inside.