He's at the hospital now.
Been there since 4pm when the 'phone call came through from brother 1: 'Best get up here now, she's dying...'
So he went.
'What a waste, what a waste,' he muttered as I drove him, blinking back the tears, the emotion surged inside me again.
He called me at 5pm to say they were finally letting her go, as they were removing the tubes and the machines.
'She's gasping, even though the machine breathes for her, she's struggling. For her own dignity. The doctors have spoken to us, we all think it's best. Her organs are shutting down. It's like she is dying from the inside out...'
They are giving her more drugs. These make her 'comfortable' as she dies. She's still unconscious. It'll be an hour or so...
Budding Vet has already made him a card; she's propped it up on his bedside table...it will break his heart with its wrenching honesty only a child has.
' It's horrid when people die Daddy, but I love you...'
I'll just wait for him to call now.
