I am in bed, Niko at my side breathing slowly.
Niko has been slow today and is sleeping more. The tumor on his face continues to grow. My heart continues to break.
If his decline continues at this pace I expect that he will be leaving us this week.
I am trying to be strong and love him as hard as I can. Just when I think I am past the hard part, I look at him and cry. Like the true friend and unwavering companion he is, he licks my tears and comforts me even as his life is winding down.