My last moments with Mowgli involved:
Taking him out of the hospital for some sunlight.
The coon. (His favorite toy)
He ate the cheese off of half of the pizza.
He also ate about 2 pieces.
There was sauce all over him.
He was a happy happy pup.
If he could wag his tail, it would be going a mile a minute.
Lots and lots of kisses.
Lots of snuggling.
Lots of hugs.
Lots of I love you's.
I knew this was best for him,
even though it was hard.
I held his little face in my hands as he went, with my forehead pressed against his.. so our third eyes were touching. I told him he was beautiful. I told him I loved him more than he knew. I thanked him for the lessons he has taught me, and the example he has been. I told him how sorry I was that I couldn't keep him with me. I called him my angel, and my sunshine.
And as his eyes closed.. I told him to walk again and go eat some more pizza. Extra cheese.
And now I sit in bed, wearing Brad's hoodie for comfort, missing my snuggle partner..
Yet, I honestly can say.. I feel his spirit with me.