This is posted on my DA too. I just. I'm reaching out where I know to reach. Sorry if this is broken record for some, but...

So, April is off to a bang-up start.

Thursday, my daughter would not stop puking... we went to her indoor soccer before that became a problem only to find out they were not doing the class over spring break. Thanks for that, Pendergast. Then getting home was a nightmare due to road traffic, so she had to vomit out the side of my car. Poor thing. She's set up for a doc appointment tomorrow (today) if she isn't improved when she wakes up.

Today, I started my period, in the late hours of night/early hours of morning.

But that's okay. I was awake for it. I was awake because I'm unable to stop myself from crying uncontrollably thinking about how my kids are going to react to losing their beloved dog.

Kristy has been in my husband's life since before me. She's been with him through marriage and divorce, deployments, moving, having kids, etc. She's been in my life now nearly 9 years. My kids have never known life without her.

Over the last few months, we've had every diagnosis for this dog from a slipped disk to a liver infection. As it stands, after many hundreds of dollars worth of tests and medications, we learn what she has is a cancerous tumor, that is in a place where the doctor says is inoperable, that is compressing not only her spine, but her internal organs. These last few weeks, she has eaten very little, drank very little, spit out all of her medication, and has not moved around a whole lot. She's gotten more lethargic and less responsive, and no matter what we've tried, she's rebuffed the treatments.

She's dying.

Today, the 4th of April, she goes into the vet, but she isn't coming out. She can't go on like this, and we will not put that poor, old girl through chemotherapy and narcotic stupor just to keep her around for us.

Gods know I want to... but I can't. I won't do that to her. She deserves peace and painlessness.

Goodbye, Kristy. We love you.