My grandfather on my mother’s side—who I loved dearly—was one of the funniest, toughest, most optimistic people I have ever known. One day, at age 83, decided that he wanted to die. He stopped eating and drinking. He didn’t exactly commit suicide, but he might as well have. Now, he was struggling with late-onset Alzheimer’s and complications from wounds he suffered in World War II, and I have no doubt that he was suffering, but I have no explanation for his existential crisis. Maybe I would if I were 83. Maybe you just get to a point where you have had enough. I don’t know. But that is not the way I want to go.
Another way of putting this, as George W. Bush said while eulogizing his father, "The goal in life is to die young as late as possible." HW went skydiving on his 80th, hauled ass in his powerboat at age 85, losing his security detail, and skydived again on his 90th.
We DID NOT euthanize our beloved baby Roxie, a Golden Retriever we loved dearly because WE didn’t want to suffer. She could not move to eliminate, even if we carried her outside. If you can’t eliminate you will die. She panted excessively, her way of showing distress and anxiety. We miss her dearly. Just sayin
Another way of putting this, as George W. Bush said while eulogizing his father, "The goal in life is to die young as late as possible." HW went skydiving on his 80th, hauled ass in his powerboat at age 85, losing his security detail, and skydived again on his 90th.
We DID NOT euthanize our beloved baby Roxie, a Golden Retriever we loved dearly because WE didn’t want to suffer. She could not move to eliminate, even if we carried her outside. If you can’t eliminate you will die. She panted excessively, her way of showing distress and anxiety. We miss her dearly. Just sayin