I have to admit that I'm feeling gypped. Patrick and Rainie were supposed to be perfect, be with us from a young age (which they have been) and live wonderful lives free from pain and suffering, at least for a long damn time. Now Rainie has a foot that turns out too much (scary but not overly so) and Patrick has fucking seizures. Haven't we paid our dues with sick dogs, nursing Ellie to as peaceful a death as possible then doing everything possible to keep Alice healthy for as long as possible, in the end losing both after far too short of a time? I thought so.

That's enough of my selfish rant for now.