Brad and I are doing better.
I think we both got it out of our systems and cried all day yesterday.
So by last night we were exhausted.
We went to Chipotle's on the way home.
Hardly talked about Goliath, and both were just kinda down and tired.
We both were thinking about him.
We sat in the office at home, and played online games and then went to bed.

We missed Goli this morning when we got out of bed.
Wasn't following us around like he does.

But like people said, "Don't listen to the vet, you never know how it will go."
Maybe the shots will help a lot and he will be around for a few more years.
And I certainly dont want to be crying everyday for 3 years like this is his last day here! :)

We will be able to tell from being with him how he is.

We are back to our normal selves today, making jokes and stuff.
But with a little more affection towards each other than usual.