On July 25th, the doctors rushed in, when his heartbeat started

On July 25th, the doctors rushed in, when his heartbeat started to slow. They told me he wouldn't make it through the night. I smiled, and said "I'm just happy he will finally have no pain." The doctors left after that. I began to cry,though, because I loved him. At 9:24 p.m. Chance took his last breath. I got to spend 10 minutes with him.  At 9:36, I let go of his hand, and kissed him on the lips one last time. On July 28th, I watched him being lowered into the ground.
Cancer took my little boy.
RestInPeaceChanceLee<3