Mick

I grew up together with our family dog, Lassie, she was like a sister to me, but the time came when, she could not walk, if she could she would be yelping in pain. She was losing weight rapidly, I knew she was in discomfort, because never in the 15 years of her life did she ever snarl at me, as if 'don't touch me please.'

I was losing the dog, I loved and grew up with and towards the end she was not the same dog. A friend had to take her to be put down, I didn't want to her go but I also did not want to see her carry on, suffering. The friend returned with her lead and I cleaned out her food bowl for the last time and said my goodbyes, Suffer no more, my girl.

The moral of the story, why should it be any different to a human being suffering in the same consequencies especially when you know time is limited?

Sometimes anticipation of death is worse than death itself.