Tomorrow morning, I have to take my faithful companion of 11 years to her final appointment. I have been accused many times of being a masochist, but to say this is one of the hardest things I've had to do in my life would be the understatement of the century.
I lead 3 conference calls and a meeting, all of which have been scrubbed. The timing is terrible because a major project I'm on is at a critical juncture. I told everyone that I'm calling in a large and just need people to do what I ask.
Everyone has been beyond cool in cutting me slack, and I'll do more than make it up to them.
BTW, the dog in the pic is totally blind, can't see the ball, and is dying from cancer.