Shoes, Ships, and Sealing Wax

"But I'm sort of making peace with that"

Well, it was a nice theory while it lasted.

The rat died tonight. Not in my arms, literally, but in the box as I was carrying him into the vet. I knew, from his seizures and gasping breath, that he was dying, and I didn't want to prolong his suffering. And since I have no idea if he was suffering, what I mean is, I I didn't want to prolong my suffering.