Been visiting the dog every day to make sure he has water and to feed him, if I can. Tonight I tried preparing chicken for him, but he wouldn't eat it. He still wanted to walk, though, even though he's so thin and frail now I don't know how he can walk without dying.

But it's what he wants and I figure he should, even if it kills him. Hasn't killed him yet, though. But I felt like tonight be the last night to see him. I kept out of control crying out of nowhere, not knowing what do with all of this.

Sat on the floor in front of the heater under the light of a Christmas tree, petting him. Then to his bed and rubbed behind his ears for a bit.

It kind of feels like too much.