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My grandfather's funeral was on Tuesday. It wasn't as hard as I was afraid it would be... the family pulled together, and so did a lot of family friends in the community. Still pretty rough for everyone, though.

I feel like I should have more to say about it, but at the same time, it's not anything I really want to talk about.

I got back into town to find that Sammy hadn't gotten any better, even with the vet taking care of him for the days I was out of town. They offered me a few options, but what it all came down to was drawing out his discomfort with no real likelihood that his quality of life would improve. When I asked the vet what he'd recommend, he said it would be best to let him go.

So he's gone.

I know it was the right thing to do, but it sure feels bad.