Thanks for the support, ladies. I am slightly less of a mess today after settling on some terrifying decisions regarding my dog's end-of-life care. I adopted Patch, my first dog, when I was 23. I had no intention of having babies anytime soon, but considering he'd live into my early 30's, I had the forethought to choose a breed and a specific dog known for his gentle disposition with children. I always assumed Patch would be here for my kids and coming to terms with a new reality and dealing with what feels like selfishness on my part is difficult. His perfect temperament has meant that he gets along famously with everyone and was able to come to work with me at school. It's a crazy and unique concept, but there has been nothing more fun for us than working together all day with middle schoolers.