I just took our (16 year old) dog to the vet's to be put to sleep yesterday (he's been in agony since some dickhead vet recommended that we put him on some pills). Really, what's happened has only just sunk in. I miss the greedy bastard already. We both feel like shit. We've no idea what to do with the yellow ball, but we don't want to keep it.

I'm not here for sympathy. I've discussed the matter with Emily. I'll just feel better for posting this.