Update

It's Thursday night and I'm sitting here on my couch next to my boy, Jack. My head hurts...crying does that...gives me a wicked, wicked headache (maybe that's why I don't do it too often). I picked him up from WCVH (the best vet, by the way...AND they pick you up if they see you walking on Ridge Ave!). After another full day of getting IV fluids. He didn't eat, and he's still not eating. If he doesn't eat soon I may have to make a very painful decision. Trigger, my 1st dog (and Jack's 'brother') died after 3 1/2 years. He had a bad heart and died upstairs in my bathroom. Sampson (Sammie), a dog I took in from a family who couldn't keep him, died in my kitchen in July, 2005. Little One, my tiny little kitty, had to be put down in January 2009. So what is worse, finding your beloved pet dead, or having to give the go-ahead for the needle and watching the life drain out of your pet? I don't know. I've experienced both. But I do know this...I've had Jack for most of his life...about 14 1/2 years. We've had our ups and downs - mostly ups. There have been challenges and regrets on my part (I could have been a better & more patient mommy at times). But through it all, he's never stopped loving me unconditionally (even when he was peeing on my bed - LOL!). And as mad as I got at him sometimes, I got un-mad real quick. He's one of the best-tempered creatures on this earth, and a cute as can be. I really can't imagine coming home to a house without Jack. He's more popular than me down on Main Street! This is so hard...I pray that I get the guidance to do the right thing.
I want to thank Jen for the ride yesterday, my parents for letting me borrow the van, the 'girls' for a great night out and catching up last night, all of my friends for their kind words, support, and understanding...and Andy for getting me back online...(whoohoo!).