Every day is stupid.

Yesterday I thought that talking about taking Puck in to be put to sleep on Saturday was premature. She seemed so happy.

Today she was happy to see me and even ate a little bit of the canned food I bought for her. After a trip outside, though, she's been slow and quiet. Preferring to lay in front of the TV so she can still see everyone as they come in, she's not getting up to greet. She tried when Anthony got home and she made it into the living room and that's where she's been since. When Joseph got home, she wagged her tail but didn't even lift her head.

I think it's starting. Tomorrow morning, if she's not feeling any better, I'll take her to the vet and let her start her rest.

This just kills me.

Much of this month sucked.

I will miss this face.

I hate that you're sick, baby. I never wanted to watch you feel badly. You've always been my heart and I love you terribly. I hope you'll let me know when it's time to let you go.