I'm staying in his room. The only sound is the oxygen pump and his breathing. The saddest thing last night was when his cat Bianca came into him room looking for him and a place to sleep. She jumped up on the bed and walked over to where his hand was laying and just looked at it and meowed. She kept pacing te bed, looking at him and meowing. As is to say, "why aren't you petting me?"
Bianca finally settled for me. I guess I'm the next best thing. I pet her for hours and she slept at my feet. When I moved to his chair to start up my laptop, she jumped in my lap and sat while I massaged her ears. Her "motor" started, purring that is, and she was drooling. I guess she really missed being loved.
The night was difficult. No dreams for me. Just little cat naps here and there. Talking to him, holding his hand, and stroking his beard. I would like to shave him today. I'll have to ask the hospice nurse when she comes. I don't like him looking scruffy. He has an electric shaver, it shouldn't be too difficult.
His breathing is hard to watch. He is a mouth breather, so his mouth is open and sometimes he breathes like a fish out of water. Straining for that next breath.
I've just noticed that his left foot has been moving, ever so slightly. Like when the dogs are dreaming and their legs are twitching. I always thought they were dreaming that they were running. Maybe that is what he is doing. Dreaming that he is healthy and running again.
I saw his move is head too this morning - another dream.
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