Spot's bowl got pretty funky while we were gone, so Thursday I decided to take a few minutes and get him all cleaned up.
But we were out of water conditioner tablets, I discovered once I had everything in motion. I quickly weighed my options--I'd put Spot in the smallest amount of his dirty water I could stand to think of dumping back in the bowl, which meant I was hustling. I didn't think he could hang long enough for me to get to WalMart and back.
So I did it.
I put Spot into his clean bowl.
And Friday, we had a burial at sea. Well, we flushed him but I assured Kayci that, as Nemo said, all drains lead to the ocean.
She took it well. I, um, haven't told her yet about my possible role in the situation.