It sure was not what I was expecting.
I know all the grim facts and I’ve been that horrific rodeo before so I know when it’s “too much”.
But the dog has a great fighting chance, if only I can give it to him.
He’s not even 5, wanting to run like a maniac so badly I have to brace myself against the house while I have him outside on a leash and he has no idea anything is even a little off.
I think I’ll go cry a while now and try to sleep some.
Things always look better in the morning. Sleep gives us a chance to process what has happened, and we awake with new strength, new thoughts and new ideas.