He’s gone.

The day started fine. He was a little slow, but more old-slow than sick-slow. Then things went downhill, just as they did on the day he first presented. He seemed spacey. Stood as though something would break if he moved too quickly. His gums were pale.

I took him to the emergency clinic. He was bleeding in his belly. Opening him up again wasn’t an option.

I held him. Told him I loved him. Let him go.


March 28 2001 – March 3 2013