My dog doesn't have much longer. Someone will be coming tomorrow to help him enter Valhalla. I've raised him from a pup for 16 years, and its all over in leas than 24 hours. I have been dreading this day for so fucking long. But he is duing right before my fucking eyes and I really wish I could help. He made a sound I've never heard before and I just want him to be comfortable. I can still rely on his sister but I know I will have to make this same decision and go through the same pain again. i hope she can handle his loss well. its been a beautiful 16 years and i hope he feels the same.

EDIT: Thank you for the kind comments. He didn't make it to the appoitnemnt. H edied in my arm. I felt his last breath. I don't know how I feel about that. That was a this morning. Thank you again. One day at a time.