Yesterday I shared what we've been through with our dog Sam. It has been a trial.
The arrangements were made for the vet to come to the house this morning to put him down. We had to wait until this morning because the vet couldn't make it until the kids all got here yesterday afternoon.
So we had one last night with Sam. We took heart during the day yesterday when he finally accepted a little chicken -- and he didn't throw it up. As the day went on he perked up quite a bit, not to the point where he was fully himself but he relished all the attention, seemed for recognize us all as we came into the room, and responded to our efforts to take him outside to do his business.
We were up late in the night but not because he was ill. We all just sat up and talked, laughing about the moments we've individually had with Sam and collectively remembering his goodness and kindness. Finally, at about 3am, we thought he would need some sleep and I sent everyone...