I agree. There is no good way. I chose the way where he was comfortable at the home he knew with the people he loved. I absolutely 100% ride or die loved that dog. He was my bestest boy. I made a choice, and I stand by it.
Edit: If I had a choice about the way I was going to die, this is the way I would choose. Surrounded by family, everyone telling me I did a good job and it’s time to go, then I slip into unconsciousness and then I’m gone. Hell yeah.