Friday, November 14, 2014

I got nothin'.

Yesterday's was a pretty awful morning.
Vet: "You don't have to stay for this."

Me: "Yeah, I kinda think I do."
At least Buddy was warm and had a full tummy and the last thing he knew was someone scratching him behind the ears and telling him reassuring lies.

It was the only choice in the circumstances. It beat dying out in the cold, sick and hungry and alone. And I still feel terrible.

We tried, Buddy.