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.