Well folks, we've come to the end of the journey.
I've made an appointment for tomorrow morning to have Ghost put to sleep.
He's gotten progressively worse over the last two weeks, to the point where I feel like a terrible pet mom for not having him put down earlier. I never knew what it would feel like to do this, and I'm telling you, it's awful.
I'm trying to find someone to go with me tomorrow morning (Cliff's going to be out of town), so I don't have to drive home all weepy.
I'd appreciate your prayers.
Thanks to Beeki, Michelle & Gray-ham for going with me this morning.
And yes, I wept like a small child.
And will continue to do so all day today