Explain what is about to happen like I am your dog of 13 years who you are about to have put down:
Let’s go for a ride, Spot. We’ll go for a ride and drive slowly through the park. I know you’re not feeling up to chasing the ball these days, and that’s okay. You’re not letting me down, boy. It’s really okay; I don’t even like throwing the ball. No, I mean, I liked throwing the ball…but just I don’t anymore. Oh, fuk it. It’s okay, Spot. It’s really okay.
I’ve noticed you’ve liked sleeping a lot these days. And yesterday you wanted to sleep even more than you wanted to eat. And that’s okay, Spot. I’m really, really not upset. I’m not mad at you for not eating the hamburger meat last night. If you’re not hungry, you’re not hungry. I’m not upset with you, really. I just want you to do things that you want to do. And you like to sleep now. And that’s okay. That’s really okay with me. I’m okay with that. I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay.
We’re going to go for a ride and then we’re going to go take a long nap. You’re going to forget about your arthritis and the cancer and all this shiet. You’ll feel so much better, so relaxed. And I’ll be there with you. We’re just going to take a long nap together. And it’s going to be okay, Spot. It’s going to be okay.