Nikko crossed the rainbow bridge this morning.

He was almost 17 years old but things just got really bad and would only get worse. He’s the first dog I had to make this decision for and it was a terribly hard one to make. I still feel guilty or like I could have waited but I know in my heart of hearts, this was the right decision. I had Nikko since I was 12 and I am now 28. Man.. does it get easier to go on? I’m struggling so hard.