Sometimes things work out like you hope, sometimes they don't.
This time, they won't be.
Tomorrow, after work, we're going to go have Mac put down.
The solution we worked out isn't going to happen. He started snapping at people for no reason, trying to defend himself against attacks that aren't there... It's time.
God I wish I didn't have to do it. I wish he could be young again... or at least not so old, or in so much pain.
The supplements kept him around and happy a whole year after we thought this was coming, so we're thankful for that. Every day with him has been a gift.
If you ever want proof that god loves us; he gave us dogs to be our companions.
Goddam....I'm crying as I write this... and I hav to work dammit...
