Countess

Marc called this morning to say that it was time to put Countess down.  The medicines weren't working anymore, the infection had spread to the bone, and she was in great pain, barely able to stand.  I saw her yesterday.  Her legs were shaking under her and she looked truly miserable.  So I said to go ahead.  Half an hour later he called back to report that the vet had done the deed.  Poor girl.