At work I could barely keep it together.

And then came in the euthanasias.

Luckily the doctor saw me starting to lose it and told me to switch with another technician.

It's coming up soon, for my dog.

He's clearly dying.

He's gotten to the point where he can't walk anymore. Truly, he can't stand on his own.

I have this feeling that tomorrow, Father's Day, is going to be the worst Father's Day we've ever had.

Our dog was a present for our dad years ago for his birthday.

Happy Father's Day, dad... I'm sorry your little buddy has to leave.