Wet eyes and funny feeling in the back of my throat reading Barry's tale and your replies, folks.
RRock's comments touched a nerve, too...but our wild friends we pursue are not our family nor or pets. We take responsibility for those with whom we live and care for, be they an animal friend, or an aged family member. Like Rock, I think back to watching my father dwindle daily for over 2 years in a nursing home, that wasn't. I had no more control and wouldn't choose to have. That was and remained in God's hands.
But a wild animal, that has eluded all by his wits for so long, outlived, out shone all around him... In the moment, I do not know what I might do. Emotions are tricky and ephemeral.
I DO admire Barry's choice for the reasons he did so. They are admirable and defensible.
But as I age, stiffen, worry about Medicare and supplemental insurance and have a harder time in the past 12 months to get up and move, such reflections give me great pause...
But I'd rather live out my time, my own way, and make what adjustments I must, then to have someone choose my fate for me.
Alas, hat off to you, Barry, (and heart in my throat) for acknowledging an old warrior and saluting him for his time and space on Earth.