Coming up on 0130. Still up. Still packing. Still sad. Every time I think about the fact that this is more than likely Stuka's last night on Earth, I start bawling. I want to go downstairs and sit with him. However, it freaks him out whenever anyone gets close to his cage and he really needs his rest right now. I've checked on him several times by tiptoeing just close enough to see him in his corner without letting him see me. He seems to be doing alright, all things considered.

I'm getting a wicked case of the sleepies. Think I might lie down for a little while as soon as I get the last load of laundry in the dryer.