Yeah kinda of a shitty day. My best buddy died today. Took him to the vet three days ago becuase he was acting really lethargic and suddenly lost use of his back legs. Found out he had a massive tumor in his chest that was restricting his breathing and pinching a nerve or some such. Asked how long he had and the doctor said a week tops. So we made him comfy as best we could and I decided I was going to take him in to put him down. I would have done it a day sooner, but today (thursday) my wife and I had to go to a foster parent evaluation because we want to adopt our foster son. (lots of red tape and crap. 4 hours worth of questions to make sure we are good parents) He wasnt looking good this am, but I told him before we left, that I loved him and its ok if he had to go. And subborn to the last, he waited for me and my wife to get home and come see him, to get one last moment with him before he died in our arms. I'm gonna miss him so much, but hes in a better place now. God speed my friend. Sorry it just feels better to vent. Didnt mean to ramble.