We're putting Aldor down.

He's blocked up again, and the doctor says that the medicine he gives wouldn't be good for his heart. He's also still got fluid around his lungs. And he's miserable. And he's lived 5 years longer than everyone said he would, considering the heart murmur.

Mom's going to be there with him. I can't do it. I can face my own mortality and laugh, just not anyone else's.