rest in peace, little bear.

youre forever my king of sheeba. my brave little soldier who didnt stop fighting.

i love you forever.

im sorry i cant make you comfortable. im sorry i cant make this easier for you, make it stop entirely.

im so sorry, im sorry. please, take me with you.

my head hurts so much from crying. i cant handle him being in this much pain.

if he’s still being a brave, strong little soldier when my mom gets up, i think i will ask her about bringing him to the vet. i cant watch him in this much pain. i cant think when hes like this. i cant sleep. all i can do is cry. cry and blow my nose. and watch his breathing.

his terrible, ragged, labored breathing.

and listen to him wheeze as he tries to hold on.  im dying too. im dying too.