Yesterday little Pixie was not good and pretty miserable, so booked her in for a last visit to the vet today. Hardly slept, churning and wondering if I was doing the right thing. Well she perked up today and ate well - after a dose of painkiller. Then she sat hunched up and seemed uncomfortable and down.
Anyway, after a lot of soul searching kept the appointment. Sometimes, the worst times, are when things aren't clear cut. My head tells me I did the right thing but my heart isn't so sure.
The photo was taken yesterday on the futon/sofa in the office behind me.