I feel like crap.
Oh, and my parents had the pomeranian put down this morning. Puff is gone. It was a miracle he last this long really. I still remember over a year ago when the vet said he had a week to live. You really can't tell with animals whether they'd be better off being put down or not. It's not exactly like they can make their wishes known. Maybe someone can invent the doggie version of a kevorkian suicide machine that can determine intent.