A P R I L, W E D N E S D A Y 17, 1 9 9 6.
"Mom" I called out for some help.
"Why are you calling your mom, son?"
"Dad, my dog's having seizure. Look at him, he's been acting like this for half an hour now" I pointed out. Because I thought he would went over everything in detail. My dog's breathing hard like there's no tomorrow. He's in tears, in pain, he's afraid, he's fighting for his life and I can feel everything.
My poor dog. "We must take him to vet" I suggested.
Dad pulled out his gun. "This is the right way to free him from his misery, son"
It all happened in front of me. I was shocked. I wanted to cry, but I can't feel any emotion.
My dog's misery stopped after the shot. In that very last moment, he was at peace. No tears. No pain. No fear.
Quality of life is important. But if someone's suffering too much, end it. It would be harder if you let him suffer until the end.
