libberillious

Spoke with the surgeon. Luckily [I guess that's a matter of perspective] it was one of the guys I had interned under so he dispensed with the bullshit platitudes and gave his opinions.
I'll take my dog back this evening after my dad has a chance to say his goodbyes and have him put out of his misery. I canceled my clients for the day. I am considering clearing tomorrow too. I am filled with unshakable sadness and unquenchable rage. A girl [a friend even] who I had move her appointment to wednesday kept trying to tell me that he's going to feel better, and free, and I am doing the right thing.
Maybe later that kind of sentiment will make me feel better. It certainly doesn't feel right. I don't care how well you understand the situation, or how much pain your animal is in, telling the vet it's to kill your pet fucking sucks.
It's fucking sad. I wanted to slap her. Of course it's the right fucking thing, you twit! People don't do the right thing because most of the time, the right thing is painful. Being right doesn't change anything. I might not be a murderer or torturer, but dog is still dead. My friend still suffered and I still had to end it. I do appreciate the sentiment, however, it may be a few days before it makes me feel any better.