Tonight I lost Mojito.  He died at about 12:30 March 4, 2009.  I held him in those last minutes and made the best arrangements I could to get him to the Emergency Vet on 15^th and 5^th.  I went upstairs, called my vet, got the emergency number, called, got the address, brought him down got a cab by walking across the same spot he got hit, drove to the vet, buzzed, waited, buzzed many times, waited, pulled the door open, and gave Mo away to the man in green of the Vet’s office.  I held him as he died.  I had his back.  He was valiant.  He was beautiful, at peace.  We knew we loved each other.  He could not have died in a better place.  He did not cry.  He clung to me and clung to life.  I knew he was going but he was not gone.  In my hands he did not die.  But as I let go I knew he would let go.  He was pronounced dead on arrival.  I was asked if I wanted him resuscitated, I asked why r u asking me, just do it.  He said I had to ask, so I said go, run.  He ran and woman in green gave me a sad look.  By that time, Heather was on the phone.  We were crying together.  Now we knew, I went to spend a moment with him.  He is beautiful.  I took a perfect photo of him.  He is Mojito.  All who knew him will never forget him.  He was the one and only Mojito.  I will miss you.