We just found out today, and this makes me depressed. The doggy himself is sitting there, lackluster and depressed. He's having trouble eating and drinking because of his swollen face.

We got him when I was about three years old, and he's about as old as my sister, making him fifteen. Pretty old for a dog. Anyway, he's been a good, good dog in the time we had him. One of the best. He'll leave this world with no regrets.

He's going to see his last New Year's with us, and then we're going to have a housecall vet come over and put him down on Wednesday. He's terrified of vet clinics, so we don't want him to have his final moments be full of panic.

So...it's not the best New Year's, but I know this is better for him.

Alright, I'm done.

At least he's not going to suffer and he'll be surrounded by family when he goes.

My sincere sympathy, Parce.

You've got a "good" plan there... relaxed environment, and a chance to say good bye to him.

Sorry Parce.

Wish I had something to say to cheer you up... but I don't.

*gives Parcelan another HUG*

He's lucky to have had you care for him for so long.

I've got a little lap dog that's been around since I was born.

I wish there was more I could offer.

You're right though, it is the best thing to do for your pet, but, alas, that doesn't make it any easier.

if there was a bawling, crying smilie... I'd use it instead

It's not an easy thing to do, but it is the best thing. Hug Tippy lots over the next day, give him the things he loves, make him as happy as possible. It's the best you can do.

/em returns to lurk status ;(

You're a good man, Parcelan.

-Carl.

Losing a friend always hurts.