It is time.
Bob has had horrible seizures all weekend, is sore and stiff, grumbly and irritated. To look at him is to see an old, worn (and well loved) animal in a great deal of suffering. He walks slowly and stiffly around, meandering his way around the house. His ears show burst blood vessels in them. He hurts. He has suffered for 5 yrs with seizures. Despite varying medications and testing we cannot help him in this life. And I cannot continue to let him suffer more and more each time.
So tomorrow is The Day.
I has a sad.
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