After the disaster of July 2 (explained in my previous post), my poor Penelope will be put down tomorrow, or maybe Wednesday. It may be Wednesday because I have to work Tuesday to get my holiday pay, and I can't beat the thought of stopping her off for it and not being there with her.

Penelope is my first rescue foster. She came to my house last August. She was adopted in December. She was returned 2 weeks ago. I love her.

I could not stand the thought that he last days would be spent locked away in a kennel. I was advised to keep her separated and kenneled. I have kept her with me all day. We took a walk this morning. We laid in bed and watched a movie. I mowed part of the lawn so she could chase the mower around because she loves that. She got a bratwurst for lunch and some ice cream. Everyone has napped a lot.

I'm keeping my shit together pretty well, but I lost it today looking at Lucy and it made me think of Ted the Dog and I burst into tears.