I'm not going to beat around the bush. It is a very likely possibility I will be putting my dog down on Saturday. She's 15 years old, now, and she's... sick. She's dying.

It's not that I don't love her. I do. But I've also been watching her slowly decay for about two years, now. I want to see her at peace.

Needless to say, I'm going to need some time to recoup. Just a few days. If she has to go, I'll need the weekend, but by Tuesday, I'll be back to work. I've had a long time to prepare for this one, and I've had scares over her before.

If this is goodbye, Lemon, I'll miss you. You were fat, lazy, and sometimes temperamental, but you were there for me for 15 years. You never met anyone you didn't like, and I love you.

God bless,
-Renard