Well, I left work this morning and turned right back around. I felt too worried about Baxter to just leave her at home. I called the vet and got her an appointment at 10. The vet looked at her and we had 'the talk.' I knew it was coming. I knew when I booked the appointment this morning what the outcome would be. I knew she was old and it was time to let her go, but damn, I didn't expect to feel this bereft about it. And that's really all I have to say about that.