I had to end my best friend's life today. I was with him the whole time. I pet him and loved on him as they injected him. I stroked his head as I watched the light dissapear from his eyes. I cried. He was the best guy ever and I loved him very much. I'm really not sure if my heart will ever mend from this. It's hitting me really really hard. Fuck man. It's just not fair. He was way too young to go. We were supposed to live a long and happy life. Fucking tumor in his lungs out of absolutely nowhere. Poor guy held on as long as he could, much longer than he was supposed to, but it finally got the best of him. He couldn't even go to the bathroom without gasping for air. We had talked about dying several times and he knew what was up. I let him know that I'd love him and take care of him and help him as long as he needed and wanted, but he finally told me this morning that it was time. He couldn't hold on any longer. He went extremely peacefully. No panic, no shaking, no crying. He was incredibly strong and he took it like a man. I'm really going to miss him.

RIP buddy. I hope we'll see each other again some day.