It was a long, sad day today. After four hours at the animal hospital and a battery of tests, the vet told me what I feared, that it is time to put down my 14-year-old whippet. (He was diagnosed with prostate cancer a year ago January, and has outlived his prognosis by 18 months.) They sent me home with a few days worth of painkillers and a heavy heart. While terribly sad, my photo today reveals that perhaps my sweet Riley is more ready to let go than I am.
