Even in poor condition, Baki loves the snow. She likes walking in and eating it. We took a long walk through the bystreets (half of our usual walks, but still). Now she’s so calm, tired, but she seems very happy.
We pretty much decided to go for euthanasia on tomorrow. I have a hard time playing God. The vets are saying that we know when the time has come, but I don’t. Or maybe it’s not the time yet.