He's on my lap right now, giving me a cuddle. We've been feeding him all his favourite foods- he had his favourite soup last night, biscuits etc, all sorts of things he's not supposed to have. We gave him twisties today, and he's having scones for lunch, and icecream for dessert.
What sucks even more is that I feel like I can't properly be upset about this, because I've got four major assignments due by Friday that we have one week to do them in because they're based on our trip. One of those is due tomorrow. I don't think that this will be a good enough excuse for not having stuff done.
I'm really really going to miss him.
I've been too afraid to ask my parents what we're going to do with 'him' afterwards, especially with Oscar hearing. I know that's silly and that he can't understand, but yeah...
I also hate that my Dad has to go in with him while it's done- I don't want him to see it either, he's going to be all upset... but I sure can't handle doing it , and we don't want him to die alone and scared at the Vet.
He's had so many operations in his life... desexing, knee reconstructions, bladder stones, kidney stones, tail amputated, lumps cut off, leg amputated, another kidney stone, etc. He's had a very good run and we've given him the best chances that we can. He's spoilt silly. We thought he wouldn't survive the three legs thing but that happened years ago! He also has suspected lung cancer.
He's the best little dog ever. He's super intelligent, friendly, cuddly, smells great all the time, has adventures yet also is very attached to us...
I hate having him sitting here on my lap, knowing that soon I won't have him t here anymore ever.
