My pug is on his very last legs, and I plan to have a come to Jesus with my ex about euthanasia this week (he was on vacation last week and so I just powered through so as to not ruin it, but is back today). He has diabetes, is blind, has tracheal stenosis, atopic dermatitis, also has a dry eye, has fatty lipomas, and dementia now, and seems very unaware of everything around him. I try to get him to sleep as much as possible, when he’s awake he coughs and roams and pants and it’s terrible. I’ve had a very long week.

But damn he was a funny dog even just a couple of years ago, and so affectionate. He used to scream in joy driving all the way to the dog park, and people in there could hear him blocks away. He could knock over any big dog he wanted, and he would eat the wildest things. I’ll miss him so much, I already do.