Unavoidable

Our little family dog is not getting any better.
That tumor somewhere in his head is doing a number on him.
His nose has doubled in size. He can barely walk.
It's too late. There's not much that can be done.

We will have to put him to sleep soon.

It pains me greatly to even consider it, but I don't want him
to suffer. And he is suffering. He can't bear touching his nose
to water. He has problems breathing. He can't put on weight no
matter how much he eats. He's just a little Yorkshire Terrier...

His name is Elvis and we've had him since August 1988.
He's been a good dog, a great dog. Not one of those stereotypical
yap-yap dogs, not he, when he barked, he meant it! He was our
little lion, unafraid, ready to take on dogs 5 times his size!

Dammit!!

He's asleep now, nearby, as I type this.
It's 04:45 Pacific Time, and it's raining.
The first time it's rained here this year.

It hurts.

I need sleep...