Loosing while still here Part 3

The past week since I returned home from work, supposed to have been 4 days and turned into 12. He has lost so much more weight, his voice is gone and now since I got back I sleep at his side on the floor. I listen for him breathing over the oxygen hose that is now part of him. Every breath labored and quick. 32 times a minute on a slow day 45 on a bad. He will be looking at me then it changes and he is looking through me to people I cannot see,,but he does. His mother and sister who passed a while back. He talks to them often. Our dog Fozz-E who died March 31st is apparently a frequent visitor as well. Jake, our other little guy, goes nuts and wags his tail looking at something not visible to me. Master is trying so hard to hang on and fight something he cannot win against. I do not know what to do other than be there as much as I can, take care of his needs,quietly sit by as he sleeps and try to grasp that soon,painfully soon I will again be alone. Tom has been my reason for even having a home in the first place. A nomad for almost 15 years living on the road, then he comes into my life, becomes my friend, lover, husband, Master, and the reason to have a home. I do not want to think of what's next. have to but so not want to go forward without him when it comes. Soon a Howl like non other heard before from this Wolf will come forth. The Howl of the loss of a mate. There is none around us hoping to hear it anytime soon, especially me.