Less than 2 hours ago I was looking into his eyes and holding his hand as he died. And less than 3 hours ago he was happy as a lark while I brushed him.
He had a heart attack, he couldn't breath, he was in the only distress I'd seen him ever be in. We rushed him to the hospital as he was gasping for air and within 10 minutes we were making the decision to temporarily treat a terminal illness or kill him.
He was gasping until the last second.
I kissed him, looked into his eyes and told him I loved him and that everything was going to be okay.
I watched him die.
My heart hurts.
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