At 4:00 we gave Maus her tranquilizers, to make sure the historically jumpy mutt was okay for the vet. I took a couple downers, and am currently crushing down a Vicoden to snort before we head to the vet. I will get drunk later.

We're making jokes, talking in her voice. "What's everyone so mopey about? Ya'll are bringing me down." and "You back stabbing sellouts!"

This won't be a play by play. The internet probably already had its live real-time dog euthanasia webcam.