Tomorrow afternoon we're gonna put my dog down. We've had the lil' bugger for at least ten years, and he's been a much-loved and very spoilt member of the family during that time. But now hos liver's given out -- he won't eat, he pees on the floor even though he's been house trained, and he keeps wandering off to find a nice place to hide and just die in peace. He's in pain -- we have no choice
It sucks. 'Tis the season to be jolly but the little guy just sits there, whimpering and looking miserable. I hate to load off on you guys like this, but...
EDIT: After a day of moping and pigging out on choc-chip cookies, I'm feeling a little better but I still can't believe he's gone. I'm sorry for not replying to anyone's comments, I just didn't know what to say...