Home sweet home.

I'm flying from DC back to Salt Lake tomorrow, several days early, because Magic, my dog, is very very ill. He's been tentatively diagnosed with advanced stomach cancer, and at 11 any treatments are likely to be fatal, or put him through an extreme degree of misery so that he can live for a couple more months. I think it's only right to give him a few extra months, but he's stopped eating (no mean feat for a Labrador) and drinking and he's unable to get up without assistance due to lack of strength and arthritis. He's been put on an IV and pain killers, but his prognosis is grim, so I'm going home to say good-bye if necessary. Obviously, this is devastating.