I had to take the day off from work to take one of my dogs to be put to sleep. He's been in a bad way for a while but has just recently taken a turn for the worse and I know its time. Hell it's really past time, but how do you really know. So my wife took the kids out and is supposed to stay gone until everything is done. I've spent the last hour digging a grave in the backyard in a downpour. Now, I'm just waiting to leave for the vet's in a half hour or so. This is one of those times when I don't know how to deal with things with my kids, what to tell them, how much to tell them, how to tell them, etc. It always seemed like my Dad knew how to do stuff like this, but I am really clueless and just faking my way through it. Sorry for the drama, just venting a little.