I want to blog about today, but I just can’t.  Delilah passed away around 3.15 this afternoon. Oddly enough, when the vet listened to her heart, I kept expecting her to call out “Time of death . . . 3.15 pm” a la Grey’s Anatomy or ER.  She didn’t.  I have what could be considered the worst headache of my life, brought on by crying far too much over the past two days and not eating much today.  I did have the presence of mind to take some pictures today of the girls with Delilah, and I will post them tomorrow. I can’t look at them tonight.

I do want to say thanks to everyone who commented and took the time to share their pet stories with me.  It helps.  It helps hearing that others have gone through it and think it’s brutally hard, as I do. It helps to hear that others have made hard decisions - knowing that it is best for your pet even when it feels totally wrong to you.  Dogs are definitely the bomb - we will have another one day - but for now I’m trying to focus on 15 years of happy memories without turning into a fountain every time.  I’ll post the pictures and wonderful experience with the vet tomorrow if I can bring myself to do so.