I am having a horrible week, I am so on emotional overload. My Pug pounced my old cat earlier today. She was crying bad this afternoon and could not walk with her back leg, so to the vet we go. They took x rays and her leg has a compound fracture. They tryed to pin it in surgery but her bones keep splintering as she is soooo old. So, the vet has her sedated at the office and said that she has less than 50% chance, he will have to put her down more than likely. My 20 year old son has had her as his baby since diapers, she is 20 and her name is Puss Puss. I just want to bawl. I need to call the vet in the morning, but I think we are going to have to face the fact we are probably going to have to let her go. I am sick, depressed, mad, and just numb. This on top of all the other things life has doled to me this week, and my arm hurts like heck, I am just done, put in a fork. My son is so upset, I cannot console him. I feel so lost.