The date is set and it’s not a happy occasion. Wednesday, May 25, 2PM we go to the vet. I’m crying my eyes out. She’s gonna be gone. As much as I know it’s for her own good, that it’s the best solution, it still hurts. She’s been my best friend for 8 years, I’ve cared for her and loved her and I can’t believe that that’s about to end. Obviously I knew it would eventually, but that knowledge isn’t enough to prepare you for the actual day. Nothing is enough. All I can hope for is that it will be quick, painless and as trauma-free as possible for her. I’ll make due somehow.
