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spike died this morning.
he was almost 17.
he had another bowel obstruction, and the vet said he might not make it through the procedure that would clear it. he's had obstructions before, and clearing them before only made him more miserable. he really hasn't been himself for a while now, and as i was snuggling with him this morning, his breathing was really labored. he hasn't been able to take care of himself at all for a while now, and because he's been unable to control his bowels, he's been living in the stairwell, and lately, he hasn't even been coming out of his bed to see us when we come home. i hope that we made the right decision. i've known him since i was 13, and he's been one of my best friends. life will never be the same without him.
in other news, work is crazy. i'm super-busy, and if anybody wants a great deal on a 14 night australia/new zealand cruise including air, you better call me by tomorrow, or you'll be sorry.