It was obvious death was imminent.
The bank of lights flickered, sometimes going out completely, only to flicker back on again briefly.
They slowly went out, one by one, leaving only one light that would gently pulse a moment, glow steadily, turn red, turn off, then turn back on.
“I can’t bear this anymore,” I said aloud, and pulled the plug.
My dog, who was in the room with me, was so overwhelmed by emotion that he yawned and wandered off to the kitchen in search of crumbs. Comfort food, I thought.