the boys have just left. both feeling pretty ordinary. we stood out the front and again talked through why it was the "right" thing to do. none of us want to - but we have no choice in the matter. DH spent the last hour or so down the back with Jack. they're going in now to get Whisky and from there they are heading to the vet

my brother told his eldest DD (9) what happened the other day and that Whisk would have to be put down. he told the younger two (DS 7 and DD 5) this morning that she was going to the vet and may not come home. he explained what it meant for a dog to be put to sleep. they know Whisk hasn't been herself. she didn't eat for 8 days last week. all the kids got a chance to say goodbye to her, which was probably hard on them, but easier than coming home from school/kinder and being told it had happened (this happened to us as a kid)

not having a great morning - but it's happening so we have to suck it up. it's the fairest thing for the dogs and that is what's most important. our hearts hurting a while because we miss them is far better than them continuing to hurt physically.

sigh - it's going to be a long afternoon