...and then Kristie lost her mind

I know that what we've chosen to do, amputate Hudson's leg, is the absolute best chance he has at a painfree, happy rest of his life.  I know this with everything in me, but it doesn't stop the sorrow.

I made it though dropping Hudson off this morning without crying.  I made it though him walking away from me, and me driving away. 

I lasted all the way until 11:24, when I realized that I forgot to take a picture of his leg.  He has had a little white smear of fur on his rear left leg that I adored.  It literally looked like he had brushed against wet paint.  I loved that little mark, and I forgot to take a picture of it.  It's such a silly little thing to push me over the edge.  I literally sat at my desk at work with tears silently falling because I would never see that little mark again.