Well, I'm not happy, but I do feel good about our decision

[conuly]

especially our choice of service. They came to the house, very convenient and a lot less stressful for Finn. We gave him so many Dunkin Donuts egg bites before the vet arrived, and snuck his antianxiety medication into one as well as giving him his painkiller this morning. (I wish we'd known how excited he'd get over those egg bites earlier, we would've fed them to him so much over this past month!) It was very peaceful. I miss him the way he used to be, but that was never coming back.

Also, my food processor arrived today and when I opened the door to let in the vet I saw the food processor, forgot what else was going on today, and gave an extremely happy squee. The vet took this in stride, but so embarrassing.