An Old Friend

My minions are far off in dreamland. 

The night is still and my heart is a bit heavy.

Today I said my final goodbyes to an old friend.

Mo.

I would like to type that he went out playing and happy and peacfully drifted from us in the night.

I would like to believe that he was blissfully unaware that the end was near.

I can't.

Mo was deaf, partially blind, suffering extreme mental impairment, and no longer loved life.

This weekend he stopped eating. 
This morning he stopped breathing.

You will be missed my old friend.

Deeply.