Hi again, it has been such a long time
Now I again recognise how much this matters to me & the benefits of "sharing" in writing how I am travelling. I utilise denial as my way to keep going, & keeping on going I must. If not I will shrivel up further & be lost forever. Perhaps this is for the best.
I am grieving my extraoidinary cat died he has now joined his brother in cat Nirvana. They died within 6 months of each other. I carry the weight of appropriate care so deeply. I envision him constantly on his shelf with his head down. I would engage him & everything became good again. Eventuly I found a new Vet, someone who cared. The Dx was hyperthyroidism medication commenced. He lost his appetite. I trialed everything
. He eventually commenced eating again sardines in olive oil was enticing for a while. He somehow managed to vomit up 2 massive furrballs, no doubt this had been blocking his intenstinal tract for years. I knew he was not going to be with me much longer & scheduled his death. He rallied again & again for 16 days. He came to bed with me every night & accepted being cuddled. I again arranged another green needle appointment, the spouse was able to stay. I made the wrong choice and went to a work appointment. He died at home an hour later. The spouse told me he patted him & spoke with him, however he could not hold him.
My beautiful baby boy should have been supported & loved & allowed to die in my care.
I am writing again as I so need to be OK and sit with the sadness. The self deprecation is again so strong. I wonder the why & the purpose relentlessly. I have vivid flashbacks & dreams of attempting to escape.
I know that the grief is so prominent & yet I also feel so much despair & disregard for me. The why bother stuff is now a daily battle. I am lost again.