Also just got through making the appointment for Mamasan's last trip to the vet. He goes in tomorrow afternoon.
Spent a good amount of time talking to the assistant about what I wanted done with the remains, if I wanted to be with him when they gave him the shot, etc. Though I tried to sound cheerful, it was all I could do to keep from bawling on the phone.
Just as I knew that it wasn't his time back in December when he was diagnosed with all sorts of ills, I know that he needs his rest now. He's just not happy anymore. That's ripping my heart up more right now than the thought of his dying.
Good God, am I going to be a mess this weekend.