I hope this pic is allowed, this dinner would have been baguette and butter. 

Mutt died today at 6:00pm. We took him to the park and he sat in the stream drinking water, one of his favorite things to do, and he drank for a full 10 minutes. We took him in to the vet and the vet directly agreed, it was his time to go, he was so different than he was at his visit for an eye infection last week. Our vet tech was an angel. She had been there for so many of his visits the past couple of years. She was crying along with us. We opted for individual cremation because burial is illegal in our city. Pricey, but I needed him back. The vet tech couldn't access the info on the cost of the different urn options, which really felt like a Big Lebowski bit and told us she didn't care what we chose, she wouldn't charge us for it, "What would they do, fire me? So be it." We still opted for what we guessed would be the cheapest option because I am going to find a fancy urn online that fits his personality. He was so comfortable and peaceful the past 36 hours. I couldn't have asked for a better way for him to go out. I considered at home services but they were way more expensive and he actually loved going to our vet. We brought our cats with us just so they could hopefully understand why he won't be around anymore. A neighbor donated a second cat carrier because I couldn't find our second one. I may have thrown it out because one of our cats destroyed it. It fortunately started pouring rain before his injection, he loved standing out in the rain for whatever reason so we took him out and let him get soaking wet. Unfortunately, he didn't seem to notice what was going on.

Worst 9/11 ever. I'm sure the gravity of this will hit me tomorrow. I'm so numb.

Update: My dog is dying and I'm not okay