saying goodbye.

A few hours from now we are going to say goodbye to our beautiful little pup of twelve years. I grieved for him six months ago, when this subject was first broached. But we weren't ready then. We weren't ready to say goodbye. I didn't expect I would have to grieve so greatly this time; I had known so long that his days with us were numbered. But once the tears started falling I was useless to stop them. I felt his loss throughout my entire body. I'm not entirely sure I'm ready to say that last goodbye. But how I feel doesn't matter; I don't live with him anymore, I don't know how bad things get. How bad he gets. The unbiased voice in my head knows it's time, but I've been fighting that voice. I had thought that I was fighting for him, but the way to fight for him now is to let him go.