You no doubt received my email reply to this today. But anyway, here's a public hug:thefirst wrote:Unfortunately, my prevalent activity today, was that I had to have two of my dogs put down. Ginger, and Gomez, mother and son, whom I, and the doc believed to be poisoned. I did not have them do a toxicology, as it was hard enough to maintain any kind of calm in front of my daughter, and it would not have brought them back. Her puppy is also sick, though not with the same symptoms as the other two had. It's very sad, while Ginger was about 6years old and had lived a very spoiled life, Gomez, on the other hand, was only about 8months old. I'm sitting here, after all the things that have happened this week, not knowing whether I should fight sleep and keep vigil over Moonie, or try and get some rest myself. My mother took my little girl home with her tonight, just in case. I think I'll probably end up laying on the couch with a puppy on my chest. I just felt the need to get some of this off my chest. I love my animals, and I know that making sure that they didn't suffer anymore, was the best thing, but that doesn't make it any easier. I've already had to bury 3 pets this year, I'm starting to lose some of my optimism, but I suppose that's to be expected. I know things will get better/easier, but grief, also has it's place.
Thank you Jenn, for that heartwarming sentiment. I really do appreciate it, really, very sweet of you. And I promise, I will get my foot seen to, I'll have no choice, I'll be seeing my mother in a few minutes, and nothing escapes her gaze. 
Or just bake em on a metal plate? 
