Can't sleep. Can't do anything but cry. Thinking on what is coming.
How am I going to live my life without his sweet, funny way of being?
The same way I have when I was at the "Good-bye Door" before--one breath at a time. ANd right now, I can't breathe. I can't anything. Except do what needs to be done.

Cedar and I spent some time together tonight at the hospital. He was very glad to see me. Mostly, we just sat and snuggled. He had a little interest in the ball but not much. He just lays his head on my leg or looks at me while I stroke him. He knows he is loved. And I know I am.