Well, my baby is gone. He died in my arms.
I'm kind of scaring myself, though. I thought I would be a legit MESS for like the next month. I'm doing okay so far. Well, when we did arrive home, I had to run into the house and throw up. But since then I've been okay. Not many tears. Just kind of content, but miss him a lot. It's either because it just really hasn't hit me yet, or it's because I truly knew it was his time and I'm just glad he's no longer suffering. I guess I'll find out the answer to that over the next few days.
We did decide on the cremation, and I'll be bringing him to my mom. Not sure if I just sprinkle em on her or put some in the dirt next to her? Guess I'll figure something out when I'm there.
Thanks for your help with all this.