He died at home, which is where he wanted to be, something we both wanted actually. And I am so glad that he got to go from the comfort of his own bed, not in a hospital.
I nursed him right to the end. Nursed and cared for him in every sense of the word; administering the necessary drugs, injections, bathing him - you name it - I did it for him. I am so glad I was able to do this for him. He didn't want anyone else there, and it was something I wanted to do for him. Lovingly. Knowing that our time together was coming to an end, yet not knowing 'when'. No complaints - just pure sweet love. (I think perhaps I missed my calling?)
My mind is now just a fog and I need to just take time to grasp the fact that he really is gone. It all seems quite surreal.
Rest in Peace my sweet, loving, beautiful, funny, sometimes grumpy always affectionate and grateful, dear sweet Kenny Luv.