I still think of the little 9 month old that died in his cot. His mum wasn't the best and I had only seen her a short time.
Bonded to him pretty quickly, used to greet him every morning for about a month (I pretty stayed for him, not her) and then one day I'd woken to get him up whilst his mother was snoring and he was stone cold. Almost colder than porcelain, in a weird way.
Thought his feet were cold from not being under the blanket at first and gave him a little shake. Nothing. I put my hand on his thigh and then arm, nothing but cold.
I turned him and he was greyish blue in the face.
It shocked me as I'd never encountered a cot death before (and never since), but I didn't freak out.
I spent a little time whispering to him and gave him a kiss on his forehead before waking his mum and telling her.
Of course she went ballistic.
Horrible to say, but I thought he was in a better place after.