Well, My mom just called and said she has an appt for him this evening at 5:30. I'll head home and pick him up and go that way.
I feel better about it, i did cry some yesterday, but i've been thinking. I'm mentally prepared for it. He has had a good long life. 14 years of all the food, treats, and pigs ears you can imagine. He had his own lazy-boy recliner for 10 years. He had his own room at the last house. Always had a radio on in the garage so he wouldn't be bored.