“I hope I sit down and just fall asleep. That doesn’t happen often.”
That’s the way one of my grandfathers went.
He was one of those guys that did it all right, immigrated to this country as a child, supported his family in the old country, raised a family here, had a great business, gave to his community and church, was friends with a president, retired at 50 and died in his easy chair at 85.
I’m getting up there. It’s a thought that enters your mind. I’ve outlived several pets and have a 3 year old rescue dog, a rescue mule, 3 rescue cats, and an old paint horse. Only dog I’ve got not a rescue is my pup (a kelpi/border collie cross). I’ve had to put animals down. The job sucks. As I get older I have resorted to having the vet do it. Fast and as painless as possible is my thought. Abortions of children is a crime. Takeing a pet down humanely is a tough job and may be good to leave to a good vet. I ain’t proud or macho when doing a pet euthanasia myself but I owe a close friend some comfort.
I hope I sit down and just fall asleep.
That’s the way one of my grandfathers went.
My grandfather too.
But the passengers in his car screamed all the way down the embankment!