Oh my dad's doing well, actually better this year than he has been for a long time. The jacket will be fine (or not) and doesn't matter. I was being flippant. The weather ain't going anywhere either.
I'll miss her, she means a lot to me, but when Tiger finally does go it's going to destroy my dad. She's effectively his third child, and he spends quite a lot of his time making sure she's happy and comfortable and well-snacked and well-fed etc. She also goes everywhere with him, and has always done so. I don't know what he's gonna do.
We had a dog here who lived to almost 17, had to finally put her down a couple of years ago after she broke her hip and recovery wasn't going to happen. Electing to end the life of a family member is one of the harder things any of us has ever done, but we let her retain a little shred of dignity, so I still believe it was the right thing to do. I'm fucking choking up just typing this, jeez.