When Monkey died, we wrote a few words for his funeral, maybe one day I'll share them. One of the things that came to mind was that I was glad that he was no longer in pain. There's no doubt that he was often very uncomfortable. Constipation was sometimes hideous. He cried and I cried. Air in his tummy from his gastrostomy. Stiff arms and legs. The tightest hamstrings. Seizures that would twist his neck very sharply. Reflux burning.
All that pain and I could not write those words, they would not have been true. I was not glad. I wanted him back.