Buggy was the last of my Original Three: Puffy, PJ and Bug. He lived to a good old age, but for the last months of his life was ridden with severe arthritis that deformed one of his hind legs. He had also lost the muscle strength to expel poop from his anal sac and needed help everyday. Bug was never a cuddler, and being my only intact boar he retained his musty scent. I will miss his big floppy ears and the gorgeous agouti markings on the half side of his face.
Death, of course, is not a failure. Death is normal. Death may be the enemy, but it is also the natural order of things.
- Atul Gawande, Being Mortal
I guess sometimes we try so hard fighting something, we lose our perspective. So we wrestle with our conscience, and our choices. it's hard to draw the boundaries, and it's even harder when we do. But gracing him with a dignified death, justified any 'what could have been'. and for me, that is enough.