It's honestly kind of depressing. I went all out for my dog's end of life care, ensuring it was as dignified as possible and he was as comfortable as he could be, and I hate the idea that if I were to ever come down with Alzheimer's or something, instead of going on my own terms in the comfort of my home with people I know and love, I would instead be kept alive as long as possible and then probably die with indignity, terrified and confused and not recognizing anyone around me or even my own self.
On one hand I am glad of what I was able to do for my dog, I loved him to death. I just wish that I could be afforded that same dignity when it's my turn to go.
Practice lethal self defense! I hope to death that it will never come to that, but if they ever come for our heads, they better be prepared to lose their own! Better to have the skills and not need it, than to need it and not have it