Yesterday was probably the worst day of my life. I spent the day at work with a lump in my throat fighting back tears, counting down the hours, then minutes, until it was time to drive my best and most loyal friend to an appointment to end her life. I cried the entire drive home from work knowing my time had ran out. There is no amount of mental preparation that can ready you for taking down a living creature in the prime of it's life, one that's given to you unconditionally, was always there for you and always happy to see you. Gracie was a great dog who made some unfortunate decisions the last 2 weeks of her life. Having her put down was the most difficult decision my wife and I have ever had to make. She would have been 3 years old in January. My chest literally feels like it's on fire, maybe the first time in my life I've experienced true heartbreak. Goodbye, friend. I'm sorry we didn't have more time together.