We had to put Abigail to sleep today. She'd had a prior bout with nosebleeds in April, and the vet at that point and told us that all signs pointed to a tumor in her sinuses, and that the problem would only get worse. Sure enough, yesterday she started bleeding and there was no other real option. I was glad to be able to say goodbye this morning, but right now I'm self-medicating with Chik-Fil-A and excessive reviewing of videos and pictures of her. There may be more whimpering over this from my corner for some time to come.
Before, it was just superstitious bulls**t, but now Friday the 13th is officially unlucky to me.
May there be endless swimming pools, Chapstick, and brownies wherever you are, Abby.