agony

It was agony to watch him go. It could not be much fun for him. His spirit was still in there, it showed when we were close, but his eyes were glazing with caratacts and he had lost most of his hearing months before. It became challenging for him to stand and walk more than ten steps. The basics, like taking a poop, because too much for the muscles and we'd clean up his mess daily. Finally, after weeks of watching him deteriorate, he told her he felt it was time to let him go. They did the deed, both holding him as the injection went in. He is not longer in pain, no longer straining to smile, no longer in agony. We take solace in that, but it is agony to miss him so.