My Name Is Not Important

Ernie has cancer again. It's abdominal cancer inside his intestines, and it's inoperable. It might not kill him, but because of it he can't eat or drink. He's lethargic, his eyes are sunken in, and he won't eat. I've been feeding him 100% juice from an old dropper thing, but it's not enough. According to the doctor, the cancer probably won't kill him but starvation will.

Drinky and I were considering letting him go naturally until we were told about how he'd just starve to death. No one, animal or not, should go through that.

Tonight's his last night. He's going to be running around on the floor and given all his favorite treats and food (bananas!). His toys are all in front of him and he's just quietly hanging out. He got so sick so fast, especially with how much better he was doing after the surgery. He's lost a LOT of weight very fast as well.

We're going to take him in tomorrow to be put to sleep. I cried a bunch at first but now my brain is trying to be very strong for Drinky and for Ernie.

I was hoping I'd just make a post about my new external harddrive, but it feels so insignifigant to what's going on right now.