I'm sick of death
I'm up late tonight as one of my favorite dogs is getting ready to pass. He was doing really well for the last few months then about three weeks ago it all started south for him.
In dog years he is almost 14, 98 human years old. He has heart problems, tumors, voice box issues and a problem with his hips. We have him on meds hoping he could make it to Thanksgiving when my sister in law would be home from out of the country. She helped raise him from a pup so it's kind of important for us that she is here.
The weird thing is that you'd never know he was sick by looking at him. If he moves around too much you can see he is out of breath, so most of the time he just lays down. When it is time to eat he has a full appetite and looks for more when he is done. He also drinks water, poops and pees normal.
It sucks... death that is... but when I think about it I wouldn't want to live forever. These thoughts of being like a vampire and living for a 1,000 years is like worse than death. I don't think I would want to live more than 100 years if I was unlucky enough to live that long.
Either way, if his situation worsens I'll need to put him down humanely.
Which still makes me wonder. Why are we humanely putting down dogs? but forcing humans to suffer? Doctor assisted suicide is humane and should be legal in every state. Is it the same delusion we have to believe in a god as it is to let our loved ones to suffer?
Free will is an illusion. People always choose the perceived path of greatest pleasure.