Baker has an appointment at 9am. My mother in law STILL can't decide if she is doing the right thing by letting him go. He fell down the stairs last night when she tried to take him out for potty.
I explained that he is not the same dog he was 3 months ago "He doesn't want to chase the flashlight beam, he doesn't want to eat, he barely lifts his head when you come home - all of those things were his favorite things to do, especially be with you."
I called work - will go in late - even though it is down the street (less than 100 yards) she can't drive there herself.
I have to shower before I scare someone looking like I stuck a finger in a light socket...so I gently told her she needs to sit with him and tell him how much she loves him and how much he will be missed but that whatever illness he has isn't getting better, and that Thelda is waiting for him, and when he see's Thelda he will be able to run and jump and play again...and that we'll see him when we get to the bridge.
So, today is the day...I hate to say finally...but...
Godpseed old man...fly on the wings of angels...tell Thelda we miss her, we will miss you too, and please say hello to everyone else up there...