Blech. Our family's old and ancient dog, Portia (ref. Portia in Shakespeare , not the car!) has hit the end of her life cycle at 15+ years. Tomorrow she makes the one-way trip to the vet. My stomach hurts.
My older son's biological dad (whom he has very little to do with these days) bought Portia for Pat 15 years ago. When they went on a trip, Portia came over to stay "just for a little while...". She's still here.
So, gang, think good thoughts for us tomorrow afternoon.
GcB

I love that cat.
