Save him! And save him now!
Like a lifeguard, I pulled Tacoma through the water with me and to the surface of the pool in search of air…oxygen. In doing so, I gripped his body tight against my own in hopes of not losing a grip on his heavy and bulky frame. The last thing I wanted to do was accidentally release him into the deep end of the pool.
Once breaking through the pool’s surface, bobbing and kicking to keep the two of us afloat, I listened to him choke on water mixed with air. Hell-bent on the idea of his survival, I called out to him, “I won’t let you drown!” and swam him to the side of the pool, pushed his bulk onto the cement patio surrounding the pool area, and jumped out of the water after him. Placing him on his back, listening to him gurgle something, I started CPR on him. I compressed his chest in the right spot, blew air into his lungs, pressed and blew, pressed and blew, pressed and blew.