While the tech set that up, we just petted Pikachu and talked to him. Finally he was relaxed and not in pain. It would have been cruel to allow him to wake up, back into fear and pain, just to avoid him dying on Grace's birthday. Still--it's hard being the adult and making these decisions. Gah--what a sad, weird set of circumstances.
So now we're cleaning out the rabbit cage again. I told the kids I didn't know if we could do another bunny for awhile. These delicate creatures are emotionally tough. The kids are all hoping for a dog next. Maybe after Verity is potty-trained . . .