why can’t we die doing exactly our favorite thing

thinking a lot about clyde and dying and how we’re such an advanced society and yet — death still comes with suffering and sadness. no matter what, clyde’s death will involve pain — but wouldn’t it be so amazing to die while doing something he loves, like eating a mountain of brisket, chasing cats, barking at UPS, snuggling — what if he could just go in a flash doing one of those things? in the moment of brisket sensory delight — gone. i just can’t stop crying trying to face it. he’s been the best dog and i’m so sad that i didn’t take him to the ocean like i promised myself.