15th June 2005 – 9th May 2014
“He was loved and cherished from his first breath to his last.”
My blog friend lost her beloved Billy today. She was with him at his birth, when he took his first breath, and she was with him when he took his last. He never knew a moment when he wasn’t loved. He was diagnosed with bowel cancer. Rather than putting him through surgery and chemotherapy, which would only have delayed the inevitable, she chose to let him slip quietly away in her arms. Sometimes the choices that love faces are easy; sometimes those choices are very, very hard.