And then there was one..

Ok, I'm not going to re-hash Thursday Night and Friday because we're working on erasing that time from our memory banks. Just quickly--MJ died Friday morning after a very very long night Thursday--it's just...she did not go down easy and I reached a physical and mental wall where I realized, I just can't handle this anymore. Especially if what I am doing, trying to keep these pups alive is making them live one more moment in pain. I talked with the vet on Friday morning and told him that if Tubs wasn't getting any better, we had to make it stop. So, we agreed that if he didn't turn a corner on Friday, we were going to end it. I say it very succinctly here--trust me, in real life, that statement had a lot more snot and tears to it. So where are we now? Well, see for yourself...



He is fighting. There is improvement. We haven't lost hope. He has two sisters up there watching over him. Onward through the fog.