Sick Kids, Dead Dog, Fucking Life

I was saying yesterday, the kids are sick. The older one is mostly better now, the little one, just started coming down with it yesterday.   

Master was putting the little one to bed while I waited in our room for him to get back. He'd been playing on the laptop while I read my book.   I heard noises of the not at all encouraging kind.

Master came back in to the bedroom and asked "Would you like to go clean up the barf?"

Ummmmmm.

I asked if he wanted an honest answer or if he wanted me to say "Yes, Sir!"

He said "I want you to say 'Yes, Sir!' and go do it.  I live for that shit".  Then he swatted me.   This would have been funny except then I had to go clean up barf.

Also, we had to put our dog Kip to sleep last night.   He was 12 and he had cancer, not the treatable kind, so when he seemed to be in pain yesterday I let Master know it was time.

  We dug a hole, then Master and I did the euthanasia ourselves in the kitchen (he is a vet).  I held the dog and rolled the vein and he did the injections, and then we buried him in the dark under the lilac, both of us crying. 

It really was not a good day.