I made the appt to have my old dog put to sleep. Next saturday the vet is going to come to my house (which I am so thankful for!). I told H and he seems pretty sad that he wont be here for her in the end. I guess he shouldnt have stuck it in a 22 year old! I hate him for making me do these things on my own!

So I made her a cake today, her birthday was last week, shes only 6, and got her one of those giant bones, which she is sleeping with right now. Im just getting geared up to have a really good week with her, spoiling her as much as I can.

I guess I gave the wrong finger to the wrong man...