This is the first time I've ever had to put a dog down. We had a collie growing up, but my dad took him when it was time.
Let me clarify that this is sad because she's gone, not because we had a terrible experience with the process. In fact, the vet's office was spectacular through the whole thing. They had a candle lit in the lobby with a sign saying if it was lit, someone was saying goodbye to their pet and to please be respectful. We went to a room in the back, they had a table set up with a nice blanket to put Daisy on. There was even a jar with "goodbye kisses" treats, but Daisy wasn't taking any food whatsoever.
They explained the whole process, gave me as much time as I wanted, ensured Daisy was not in any pain. I don't know how I did it but I stayed with her through the whole thing until she was gone.
They clipped a little of her fur and put it in a small tube for me. I chose to have her cremated privately and ashes returned, as opposed to communal cremation. Honestly, it was a last minute emotional decision... and more expensive... but just felt like something I should do.
Around lunchtime today they called and said the cremains were ready. I was shocked that it was so fast as it was late yesterday afternoon when she passed. So I drove out after work and picked it up.
I also paid to have a ceramic paw print made. Boy, did I cry when I saw that.
I stopped at Arby's on the way home because I usually did that when I took her to the vet. She liked their curly fries. Then I cried on the way home because she wasn't there with her head at my shoulder begging for a fry. And then when I got home I cried more because I dropped a fry and she wasn't there to pounce on it.
So basically I am an emotional wreck and I miss my dog. But I would do it all over again in a second because we had a great life together.