This will always be known as the day that Chaos died.

We didn’t do too much today.  Steve had twisted his knee a couple of days earlier and wasn’t able to get around as well as he would have wanted.  We drove close to Beaune so I could check out a couple of stores, we bought a few groceries for dinner, then went for another village drive for a couple of hours.

We ate dinner in, and I monitored my email, waiting for word from Yelena that the vet had come and gone.  Even though I knew Chaos was ill, even though I knew this was coming and that it was time, even though I had helped make the decision to take this action, her note was final and I cried on and off for hours, until I fell asleep .

This was our worst day since Toby died 10.5 years ago.  I never want to go through this again.