shell Posted April 27, 2006 Report Share Posted April 27, 2006 Hi everyone,I was just thinking about how so many of us cared for our parent, or parents, while they were sick. I had a kitty that had so many health problems that I had to give him meds ten times a day, insulin injections twice a day, and sub-q fluids once a day. And for all who are cringing, he was living a very good quality of life, believe it or not. All of this didn't seem to bother him at all, until the very end and then I had him put to sleep when I knew he was beginning to suffer. I did this for three years and was so tired I could barely get through each day, but kept going out of love for him. My point to this story is that when I finally had to let him rest in peace, I was totally lost. As tired and worn out as I was, it was like I had no purpose in life all of a sudden. I would get up and just wander around, wondering what now? No meds to give, no shots....I was lost and empty. I felt the same thing when my dad died. As relieved as I was that he didn't have to suffer anymore, and as tired as I was, I didn't know what to do. I think we all suffer this in addition to the grief of the loss. It's like our "job" is done, and then there is that horrible feeling that there is nothing left to be done. That all we did didn't save them. Does anyone else relate to this?Hugs to all,Shell Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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