I set the end date today. It was tough.
Two years ago I learned the deadstock company has pickup scheduled by area. They wouldn't schedule in advance, and required a phone call after euthansia to arrange pickup for the following day. Today I called to find out when they picked up in my area, and afterwards asked the vet clinic to schedule an appointment.
We had a lot of rain earlier this week. Enough to make the footing a bit muddy. Enough to stress Brat's fragile stifle. It is confirmation, if I needed it, that it is time. That this is the right decision for Brat.
That knowledge doesn't stop the pain. It doesn't bring confidence, or peace with the decision. I'm still crying, even as I make the necessary arrangements. I'm still losing my dear friend of over twenty-seven years.
