Bao is gone.
He did well in the surgery, and when I left him, was recovering nicely. They called me at ten thirty last night, to let me know that he was having some difficulty. But it was nothing they couldn't handle. Things settled down. But shortly past midnight, his heart stopped. It was very sudden. They tried to revive him, but couldn't. By the time I got there, he was gone.
I can still feel him, somehow near to me. I cannot believe he's gone. I held him, afterwards. His dear little body was still warm. He might have been asleep.
What can I say? He was my dear companion. I loved him. I love him. And now he's gone. It doesn't seem possible. How can I go on without him?
Bao is gone.
It's over.