I had planned to hike early this morning, then go and see the new Star Trek in Imax. Then take the fosters to the dog park for a while and get the boy a harness to see if that would stop his pulling. All of that got cancelled when we woke to find Rocco all swollen. His neck, lower jaw and front limbs were all swollen from his lymphoma. We quickly realized this was the end for him. We made an appointment at the vet's and spent the morning with him. Around 1 I left for the vet and he's gone. It's hard to lose a pet. It's hard to lose 2 in 5 weeks. It was really, really hard to leave Rocco. We are having him cremated and getting the ashes back, but for some reason I could not leave him. It was like this giant ending. Him and the other dogs that have passed in the last few years have been a major part of our lives for 18 years. It's like a chapter in my life is ending and I don't want it to. Wow, talk about sad. Anyway, I have to go on because I have other animals and fosters and things to do, I'll just be profoundly sad for a while.