10 months into sick old doge adventure, suffering mild depression, off and on. I've dealt with losses before but this daily grind long goodbye is new to me.
It's hard. And it's "only" a dog. I don't know how human caretakers do this.
My parents are in their 70s. I can't wrap my head around how that's going to work some decade soon.
Life. Yeesh.
(4 pukes last night, if we're still counting.)