I've now cared for two elderly relatives, both dear to me, through to their deaths. One, in extreme pain despite copious amounts of medication, begged and plea

I've now cared for two elderly relatives, both dear to me, through to their deaths. One, in extreme pain despite copious amounts of medication, begged and pleaded for death for a number of days before finally passing. The other, while still lucid, expressed her desire to go quickly, that she was ready. But she, too, went through days of agony before passing. I watched on as both these people became nothing but their pain until they mercifully died. There are other forms of horror I've witness family members live through, like slowly losing your memories. Forgetting your loved ones and yourself bit by bit. I'm fine with withering away, even in an old folks' home. But at some point you lose who you are. I'd rather be dead than linger in a state in which I have no concept of who I am, or who I once was. No memory of what I find precious, or of whom I love. The moment I'm just a scared animal in pain, with no hope of ever being human again, please just kill me.