As he grew ever older he said
he wanted a sudden unanticipated death,
“In my sleep preferably” he added
with an unmeant chuckle.
It would be a good way to go,
I imagine, but it denies those
who will most mourn his passing
the chance to hope for a miracle.
And no matter when it happens,
if it is sudden it will always be too soon,
only the protracted death is timely
for those needing to say goodbye.
an old writer and his words 
Very interesting poem, Lou. My sweet, little dog, Lola, passed today. She will be missed. 🐶
It is like losing a child. My heart goes out to you