Mack is home. His blood levels skyrocketed between Sunday and Monday, and emergencies prevented them from doing the ultrasound / biopsy right away in the morning. So, rather than incurring more costs, and making Mack more miserable, we brought him home.
I had an appointment to take him this morning for euthanasia, but I couldn't do it. He was resting so peacefully ... doesn't seem to be in pain at all. I don't think he got any rest the whole time he was at the hospital.
Perhaps we'll just let him be, and see what happens. No need to rush into anything permanent.
I don't think I'll tell anyone at work we didn't do it. It's all just been so long and drawn out and dramatic. It's over now, as far as they're concerned.
I do hope he starts eating or drinking. Or at least doesn't suffer. And, finally, goes peacefully ... whether it's in hours or days or years.
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