I have held the hands of friends as they died, baptized stillborn infants, helped families decide when to disconnect life-support systems and worked with parents whose children were murdered. Each of those experiences was painful. Nevertheless, at the moment my cat died, her loss was the very worst kind of grief for me in the whole world.
Never apologize for grieving. Remind yourself as often as needed that the very worst kind of loss is always yours. Learn to acknowledge that your loss is worthy of grief. Where Do Pets Come From? It is reported that the following excerpt from the Book of Genesis was discovered in the Dead Sea Scrolls. If this is authentic, it would shed light on the question, "Where do pets come from? Now I do not see you any more. I am lonesome here and it is difficult for me to remember how much you love me.
I will create a companion for you that will be with you forever, and who will be a reflection of my love for you. Thus, you will know I love you, even when you cannot see me. Regardless of how selfish and childish and unlovable you may be, this new companion will accept you as you are and will love you as I do, in spite of yourself. And it was a good animal. And God was pleased. And the new animal was pleased to be with Adam, and he wagged his tail. And Adam said, "But Lord, I have already named all the animals in the Kingdom and all the good names are taken and I cannot think of a name for this new one.
Because I have created this new animal to be a reflection of my love for you, his name will be a reflection of my own name, and you will call him DOG. And Adam was comforted. And Dog was content and wagged his tail. After a while, it came to pass that Adam's guardian angel came to the Lord and said, "Lord, Adam has become filled with pride. He struts and preens like a peacock and he believes he is worthy of adoration. Dog has indeed taught him that he is loved, but no one has taught him humility. I will create for him a companion who will be with him forever and who will see him as he is.
The companion will remind him of his limitations, so he will know that he is not always worthy of adoration. And Cat would not obey Adam. And when Adam gazed into Cat's eyes, he was reminded that he was not the supreme being. And Adam learned humility. And Adam was greatly improved. And Cat did not care one way or the other. Oh, what unhappy twist of fate Has brought you homeless to my gate?
The gate where once another stood To beg for shelter, warmth, and food For from that day I ceased to be The master of my destiny. While he, with purr and velvet paw, Became within my house the law. He scratched the furniture and shed And claimed the middle of my bed. He ruled in arrogance and pride And broke my heart the day he died. So if you really think, oh Cat, I'd willingly relive all that Because you come forlorn and thin Well. We did indeed gather on that Sunday morning in August — thirty of us — and told stories that were as much about us as Gyda [the dog].
Mostly about the attachments possible between living creatures when they are patient with one another. I always nod in her direction when I pass by. The grand old virgin aunt in the dog suit. It takes a real dog to teach that. And when the pupil is ready, the teacher appears. Some Observations from Both Sides of the Refrigerator Door As we lay our hands upon you, before your final rest, our hearts surround to love you, and thank you for your best. Our home you watched and treasured, Our lives you truly blessed. Loosening now your burdens, we tend your tired bones.
Let us be your pillow, then wings to take you home. Listen for God's calling, sweet promises of peace. Old friend, leap to Heaven, suffering released! May I go now? Do you think the time is right? May I say good-bye to pain-filled days.
So can I take that step beyond. I fought with all my might. But something seems to draw me now. I want to go. But I will try as best I can. To give you time to care for me. Thank you so for loving me. You know I love you too. So hold me now, just one more time. Once two travelers were going through a deep forest when night suddenly descended on them. In a matter of minutes, the narrow, indistinct path which they had been following became invisible.
In the darkness, terror lurked everywhere. Then, to crown it all, a violent thunderstorm broke over the forest. Terrifying flashes of lightning were followed by peals of thunder, which shook the ground under their feet. Torrents of rain poured down on them. The trees swayed dangerously. The first man looked on the storm as a calamity. Every time there was a flash of lightning he looked up at the sky and cursed God.
The result was that he strayed from the path and got lost in the forest. The second man, however, looked on the storm as a blessing in disguise. Each flash of lightning lit up a little bit of the path ahead of him. By keeping his head down, he succeeded in staying on the path. And so, one step at a time, he made his way out of the forest. The same misfortune can prove to be a stumbling block to one person and a stepping stone to another. I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I, and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other, that we still are. Put no difference in your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Life means all that it ever was.
It is the same as ever. I am but waiting for you for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion. Although only pet animals go to this walled garden, there are other special places for all the other animals, and especially beautiful places for animals who have suffered while on Earth, since their souls need peace and healing before they can move on.
The garden is full of lawns and hedges, flower borders and shrubs, wildflower meadows and red brick patios. The horses and ponies graze and gallop in the meadows. The dogs romp on the lawns and sniff in the shrubberies. The cats lounge on the patios, basking in the sunshine, or take their ease in the dappled shade of the great oak trees. Birds are no longer caged, but fly free in the trees, eating the plentiful fruits and berries. None of them actually feel hungry, but are provided with heavenly food if they wish, so long as they can eat without harming the others waiting alongside them.
The garden has every kind of animal who has ever been a pet and who has someone special to wait for. There is a beautiful arch is the garden wall, the sort of brick arch that might have held a wrought iron gate in earthly gardens. Sometimes one or more of the animals gets a funny feeling, a bit like butterflies in the tummy. Those animals stop their playing or basking, and make their way to the archway. They sense that something special is about to happen. When they reach the gate they can see that their special human is walking toward the archway. For although the garden is a beautiful and happy place, there is nothing more joyful than a reunion between dear friends who have been apart too long.
Though no one really owns a cat,. I know my time had come. You did what you had to do. You may be feeling guilty. An old man and his dog were walking down a dirt road with fences on both sides. They came to a gate in the fence and looked in. It was nice, with grassy, woodsy areas — just what a hunting dog and man would like — but it had a big sign saying No Trespassing , so they walked on. They came to a beautiful gate with a person in white robes standing there. The old man was happy and started in with his dog following him. The gatekeeper stopped him. So the old man and his dog went on.
They came to a rundown fence with a gap in it — no gate, just a hole. Another old man was inside. My dog and I are getting mighty tired. Mind if we come in and sit in the shade for a while? The dogs come here, the fickle people stay there. Why would He separate them in death? I took His hand when I heard Him call. I turned my back and left it all. I could not stay another day,. To laugh, to love, to work or play. Tasks left undone must stay that way. I found that place at close of day. If my parting has left a void,.
Then fill it with remembered joy. A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss,. If able, these things I too will miss. Please don't be burdened with times of sorrow. I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow. Perhaps my time seemed all too brief. Lift up your heart and share with me. God wanted me now; He set me free. A faithful dog will play with you,. That blind, implicit faith in you. The kind of love we all should have. When all is said and done,.
You have the name of God. When I come to the end of the road. And the sun has set for me,. I want no rites in a gloom-filled room. Why cry for a soul set free? And not with your head bowed low. Remember the love that we once shared. Miss me — but let me go. For this is a journey that we all must take.
And each must go alone. A step on the road to home. When you are lonely and sick of heart,. Go to the friends we know. And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds. There is a bridge connecting Heaven and Earth. It is called the rainbow bridge because of its many colors. Just this side of the rainbow bridge there is a land of meadows, hills and valleys with lush green grass. When a beloved pet dies, the pet goes to this place.
There is always food and water and warm spring weather. The old and frail animals are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. They frolic and romp all day with one another. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing.
They each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind. They run and play together, until the day comes when one of them suddenly stops playing and looks off into the distance. The ears are up. The bright eyes are intent. The eager body quivers.
Suddenly this one runs from the group, faster and faster, leaping and flying over the tall green grass. You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you take him or her in your arms and embrace, clinging together in joyous reunion. Happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your cherished pet, so long gone from your life, but never absent from your heart.
And with your pet beside you once again, you cross the rainbow bridge together. I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. I am the swift uplifting rush. I am the soft star that shines at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry. I do not die. If you can start the day without caffeine,. If you can get going without pep pills,.
If you can always be cheerful, ignoring aches and pains,. If you can resist complaining. If you can eat the same food every day. If you can understand when your loved ones. If you can overlook it. If you can take criticism and blame without resentments,. If you can resist treating a rich friend. If you can face the world without lies and deceit,. If you can conquer tension without medical help,. If you can relax without liquor,. If you can sleep without the aid of drugs,. If you can say honestly. His dog up and died, up and died. After twenty years, he still grieves.
Where to Bury a Dog. There are various places in which a dog may be buried. We are thinking now of a Setter, whose coat was flame in the sunshine, and who, so far as we are aware, never entertained a mean or an unworthy thought. This Setter is buried beneath a cherry tree, under four feet of garden loam, and at its proper season the cherry tree strews petals on the green lawn of his grave. Beneath a cherry tree, or an apple, or any flowering shrub is an excellent place to bury a good dog.
Beneath such trees, such shrubs, he slept in the drowsy summer, or gnawed at a flavorful bone, or lifted his head to challenge some strange intruder. These are good places, in life or in death. Yet it is a small matter.
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For if the dog be well remembered, if sometimes he leaps through your dreams as actual as in life, eyes kindling, laughing, begging, it matters not at all where the dog sleeps. On a hill where the wind is unrebuked, and the trees are roaring, or beside a stream he knew in puppyhood, or somewhere in the flatness of a pasture land where most exhilarating cattle graze. It is all one to you, and nothing is gained, and nothing lost — if memory lives. But there is one best place to bury a dog.
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If you will bury him in this spot, he will come to you when you call — come to you over the grim, dim frontiers of death, and down the well-remembered path, and to your side again. And though you call a dozen living dogs to heel, they shall not growl at him nor resent his coming, for he belongs there. People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass bent by his footfall, who hear no whimper, who may never really have had a dog. Smile at them, for you shall know something that is hidden from them, and which is well worth the knowing. The one best place to bury a dog is in the heart of his master.
The real value of ease cannot be appreciated. I stood by your bed last night. I was close to you at breakfast. You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
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You sat there very quietly, then smiled. And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide, I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand, side by side. Creation When God had made the earth and sky, the flowers and the trees, He then made all the animals, the fish, the birds, and bees. When you click on the underlined titles, use your browser's "back" button to return to this page, and be sure to bookmark this page as one of your "favorites".
Coping with the Loss of a Beloved Animal , can ease the process. If you are unable to view the video here, watch it on YouTube! As many of you know, I work a great deal with people who are suffering from pet loss. Having worked with hundreds of clients over the years, and having learned a thing or two from my own grieving process, I have picked up a few things that some of you may find helpful.
The pain of losing a beloved animal can be overwhelming to the bereaved. Your support can be invaluable, especially in a society that does not always understand the depth of that pain. Sometimes people are surprised that others go through grief for the loss of an animal friend that is similar to the grief and loss we experience after the death of a human friend or relative.
Simply put, this is because to many of us, our animal companions are part of our family. Our pets offer us unconditional love. Now consider how much time we spend with our animal friends, caring for them, playing, talking, stroking, brushing and scratching, maybe even taking naps.
Is it any wonder that these precious creatures dwell in every part of our lives, occupy our thoughts and take up such a big place in our hearts? So how can you help someone who is grieving for his or her animal? It all depends on the individual experiencing the loss, as well as your personal comfort level. As an animal communicator I have worked professionally for over 12 years with people who have experienced the death of an animal.
Understand that the relationship between people and their animal companion is deeply personal. People confide their hopes and dreams as well as their fears and insecurities to animals in ways they might not do with friends or relatives. Any suggestions or implications that the loss of an animal is any less difficult than the loss of any other family member. Animals give unconditional love. No matter what I try, I never seem to be enough for her. My efforts are unnoticed or dismissed, not appreciated, mocked, and even criticized; she never asks how I am or how my family is; she never initiates any contact with me no phone calls or included in her plans ; our conversations are brief and superficial; I regularly offer assistance to her and even that is not graciously accepted.
Such a sad possibility, to have these lasting memories of her final days, weeks, months. I realize that I can only be responsible for my own actions and have tried valiantly to soften her reactions, but walking on eggshells is a tricky business. Does anyone else have similar challenges with their Mom? If yes, how were you able to cope with these sad times? Any advice would be gratefully welcomed. Over the last three years I gradually became the primary caregiver for my wife.
I had seen her through legal blindness to surgery that restored her sight.
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I had watched her develop congestive heart failure, lymphedema in both legs and, near the end, kidney failure. I look back and realize that for several months this was exactly what I was going through. I would find myself crying for no apparent reason. I was frustrated that there was nothing I could do to solve this problem. There seemed to be no treatment that improved the situation. At the end the only thing I could do was sit by her side for the last four days in the hospital where she died on Christmas Eve. The grief is not lessen but I can certainly see that I was anticipating my loss for months if not years before.
Thanks for the article and for helping me see a part of me here. It has been almost 14years since my parents died. My Mom was the caregiver of my Dad. He was diagnosed with hypertension at 17 years old, so he was not drafted for Vietnam. So u all know that those two diseases are like seeds to a tree…they branch off into heart failure, strokes, blindness, amputations, kidney failure etc. Well, my Dad had the kidney failure first, then came an amputation.
At 54 years old, she had a massive stroke and died two days later. My sister then moved in with my Dad to keep an eye on him. He could still take care of himself for the most part. But there were still the occasional ambulance calls in the middle of the night because his glucose would drop too low. Again, not taking good care of himself. He started on peritoneal dialysis at home. He then had to go on hemo dialysis. This man could once lift my sister and I at the same time, while we sat on each foot…now can barely lift his walker.
Watching him deteriorate before our eyes was extremely difficult. I have experienced both sudden death and lengthy illness death. They both knock you for a loop. My Dad died at 59 after the failure of a double kidney transplant. I felt so guilty for feeling relieved that there would be no more ambulance calls or long stays at hospitals.
It took counseling to finally be ok with those feelings. I too felt horrible for being relieved. I was 34 when Mom died and 36 when Dad died. I still have moments. I think I always will. But I am ok with those moments. My mom has been a a beautiful strong wonderful person but she has been deteriorating over the last two years. I am an only child and have been taking this very hard. My husband and friends have been doing their best to be supportive but I cry all the time I hurt all the time and I keep falling into a darker depression.
This post helps me understand a little of what I am feeling. I get its life but to have such an unknown disease leaves me with so many unanswered questions. Thank you so much for this wonderful article. I live in London, she lives in the Midlands — an hours train journey away. After emergency admission to hospital earlier this week, she was tired, drained, reflective. She shared with me how hard it is getting old. She talked about no longer feeling able to do the things she once took for granted. I could only listen and offer comfort where I could. On my journey back to London I wrote this:.
Skin Puckered like a mouth preparing to offer a kiss. Skin Folding like a gentle landscape of human contour lines Fragile. If I touched it, that skin, would it turn to powder under my finger tips, become dust? Hands Pale Almost translucent Pigment slowly fading Nails, still beautiful Fashioned into crescent moons A residue of red nail varnish still evident. You use these hands to think Increasingly they flutter as you grasp in the corners of your mind for a name, a word, a memory. Your index finger sometimes gently pointing, tapping as you reach deep into the years.
That same finger conducting your own inner orchestra. Mouth Firm, but soft — especially when deep in thought Fully formed — showing still the beauty of your youth. I search your lips desperate to find me, to find something we share. In my mind I return to the first time I kissed you — taken by surprise at the softness of your lips. Kisses we may not remember. Kisses forever imprinted in our souls. Voice Gentle Hesitant You still speak for yourself, increasingly we speak not for you, but with you.
A voice still strong with that beautiful Jamaican lilt — evidence of birth, heritage, history. Your pronunciation still makes me laugh sometimes. Sayings built on our Jamaican culture continue to educate and reassure. Last time you sang for me. Became a girl again. Sang an old Sankey hymn You began shakily, voice wobbling.
You hit your stride. I saw and heard you as never before. Laughter How I love to hear you laugh. Laughing with such mischief, often not recognising your own unique brand of humour. Sharing old family tales, Uncle Manny, Miss Molly, great grandparents, lost loves. Laughter sometimes tinged with sadness — laughter nonetheless. I leave you at the door. Instructing to stay inside, keep warm. I hold you as you once held us. I touch your skin. No, not dust, not powder. I am so grateful to have found your website; it has helped me already. Such a great resource. I attend all her medical appointments and deal with the issues at the nursing home.
I offer my help to her every time we visit. Yet during this time she has shown no appreciation towards me; her anger and disregard for anything I do keeps getting worse. In fact her actions are quite hurtful to me. Actions speak volumes, right? No explanation was offered by her, nor apology or acknowledgement that I should have been present at this special event. It was a very sad Holiday for my husband and I he felt hurt by this omission too. For my entire life, she has never been overtly affectionate towards me, nor supported my endeavors, not proud of my accomplishments education, career, etc.
She is definitely closer to my older brother and is capable of being loving to others. Yet I am never good enough to get a glimmer of this from her. I desperately long for precious memories to help me survive her future loss and I earnestly continue to pray for a loving mother at least not so mean , but I have difficulty accepting that this may not ever actualize. Despite all this lamenting, I believe I am holding up as well as can be expected.
The extensive topics you have included here on this website are so useful with coping and understanding my anticipatory grief. I am a very private person and this form of communication works best for me. I have a brother who is an addict. He has a blood infection and sepsis. He was hospitalized, but left the hospital on his own. He has no phone, there is no way to contact him.
I am feeling such grief, because his condition is life threatening. I live with my mother, and she is also grieving. My worst fear is he is going to die, and we will not have closure. The drugs he is on have turned him into a different person. He used to be funny, kind and a gentle soul. The drugs made him short tempered, and he has outbursts of anger. The day he left I said some harsh things to him, and I feel so bad. There is no way for me to apologize to him. I have no one to talk to. I am crying all the time, I feel so bad. Hi Mandy, I revisit this site often…my eldest son is an addict and it helps me to read this article to some way justify, or at some point, understand what I am feeling and bring some normalcy to it.
I am now to a point where I can play the different scenarios in my head without carrying the full weight of guilt. No amount of action we took, or money we spent, or pain we felt, was going to persuade him to stop using. We love them and want the best for them.
I have two children and have also watched the affects my eldest and his addiction has had on my youngest. My youngest is hurting more on the inside than he is willing to show on the outside. The responsibility for all of this falls to your brother. Before you two can even visit about what was said out of anger and frustration, he must first deal with his addiction.
He must first be humbled in his discretions before he will even begin to understand what he has put you through. Remember, he is not in his right mind, it has been altered.. But for your peace of mind you have to let it go. I spend a majority of my time on my knees praying for my sons recovery. I will pray for you and your brother.
I just saw my dad after a year. He has COPD as well. He was such a vibrant man, so intelligent and funny and wonderful. He still is wonderful. I know I will lose my mind. I keep thinking each Christmas will be the last, but I think this one will be. How does one cope. My coping skills were always drugs. I am 48 and fell like a child. My parents have been my best friends my whole life. I am so lost. Why do we have to face this in life? I love him so much. How are you guys doing with your situations? I was grateful to learn about anticipatory grief.
A friend finally recognized it and shared her own experience as well as our hospice team has helped me. I often feel so alone and isolated and have virtually no help. Some days I fight bitterness, but I love him with all my heart and am honored to care for him as I know he would me. Hi blogger, i must say you have hi quality posts here.
Your website can go viral. You need initial traffic boost only. How to get it? Thank you for the information. It is bang on and I am learning not to feel guilty about my feelings anymore. My father just passed at 92, after 10 months of decline — slow, and then more rapid — which my mother did not see. I spent a lot of the last year in hospital rooms, rehab facilities, and the ER with both parents, and driving them to appointments, shopping for them, etc..
My year-old mother has early dementia, and now caregiving shifts over to her. My 47 yr old son is a cancer survivor from age 6. His whole head radiation treatment as a child cured him but has produced slow and severe accumulating adverse side effects. After all these years of worrying and caring for him intermittently he is now in a nursing home with a trake and a food tube and only has movement in head neck and one arm after having a bad stroke.
I am very emotionally worn and have a very broken heart and honestly see no relief for either him or me until he passes. And then I wonder how much life I have left. And my two other children are so needy. Sending love to you,Peni, and to all of us dealing with stress, getting prepared for and in the middle of grief. My mom was diagnosed with stage 4 Lung Cancer and I was her support team. We had 71 days, from the time we found out, until she was gone. They were there for both of us.
They could see me struggle, they knew I was grieving already, even before I did. I suffered from anxiety, still do, and the fear of what life would be like without her there. My husband beat prostate cancer and melanoma, then got head and neck cancer and endured many surgeries and radiation over the past three years. In January he was told it was in both lungs, his neck, and his head, and nothing could be done.
Two days later I was diagnosed with breast cancer, had surgery, and will need further treatment. We have each other, and old dog, and no other family. He has Hospice care at home. All is on me, and I must be able to handle it all. I do not know what to say.
Often doctors are poor at validating emotions and practical difficulties that come up with illnesses. Nurses and social workers have a much better understanding. I wish I could come around and just be there for you. I wish there is someone that is able to do that for you two. Did the doctor arrange any social worker or home visit nurse or similar for you as well aside from services put in place for your husband.
Things like household cleaning, meals, doing dishes, grocery shopping etc. Do you have someone you could talk to, someone who would just listen, even if they are not able to arrange for any services? Gentle hugs and much love to you and your husband. If you happen to see this message and are able to reply here, I am here to just listen. And I am sure others too will be glad to listen and perhaps find out services available to you in your location? Helen—my husband has Parkinsons, has had it for 9 years and only in the past 12 months has it gotten worse. He is on hospice too, and they have been great providing a variety of resources, some have helped a bit, some not so much.
I am a caregiver of 20 years for my father and let me tell you I was so relieved to learn about this kind of grief. Pray to him he will comfort you. I will continue to spread your mighty work you did for me. Only if you can contact Him right away on his email: I am in a double bubble. My mom died unexpectedly 3 months ago today…. My dad started Hospice a week ago.
He is extremely bossy for the younger sibling. As a single mom, I feel asking for help , even financially might be ok. My dad was diagnosed with stage 4 prostate cancer back in , before I was to get married. Both my parents are toxic people guess this makes it a little bit more complicated. However, just last week, my dad was rushed to the hospital from what he thought was a heart attack. It is the cancer. The doctors told him and my mom that this part of the journey is coming to an end and he may only have weeks to maybe a month.
They brought him home last week and set up hospice. For the first time, I saw regret. He regretted not going to the doctor years ago when he thought he was sick. I have been angry and crying, and feeling rather horrible at times because of wishing this was already over. However, my parents mistreated me and my siblings, so it is making this harder in some ways. I do visit and call more, but I still have to keep boundaries and keep my emotional guard up because regardless of this current situation, my parents still act the same well, more so my mom, but my dad is finally showing some signs of compassion towards another human being.
Anticipatory grief really really really sucks. Im 17 and my mum has stage 4 metastatic breast cancer that is now in her bones. Why me, im 17, most people my age their biggest problems in life are how their boyfriend cheated on them or how their parents refused to get them mcdonalds. I pray often for answers because i feel like maybe God honestly hates me but i know these are all irrational thoughts and that people have it worse and hurting myself is only going to make people who are already hurting hurt even more..
Life can honestly change in the blink of an eye and i feel guilty for every single second i ever took for granted before April I believe this whole rough patch of my teenage years will only make me a stronger, better person in the future.. Very dear one, please contact a guidance counsellor, church, or child welfare or hospice facility and ask for help of a therapist to talk with. Do it now, and no self harming, ok? Sending love from California.
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I used the herbal remedy for 7 weeks all my symptoms were reversed, i did another lungs function test and CT scan to be sure, my doctor confirmed my airway are repaired, visit www. I would just like to share that it is not only our human family and friends who can cause us to feel this way. Our animal companions can be so close to us also and will often face illness and death long before us. My Golden Retriever Barley is only 10 years old.
Many live to be 14 and that is what I had mentally prepared myself for. But he is showing weakness in his hind quarters and, though he is still quite alert and happy and still goes for a daily walk, I know I must be seeing his ageing and eventual death much sooner than I had prepared for. His weakness came on in a course of a few months. He can no longer run for a ball and it creases me to watch other dogs running happily on the beach when I know he cannot.
It was not meant to happen like this; not yet. And yet Barley is showing me that whatever I may feel about this, he lives from day to day and moment to moment. If he fails to walk up a step, he waits a while and has another go. He still rolls around in the woods and sniffs and investigates along the way. Live in the moment; every moment. And so we spend as much quality time together as we can. I have moved other interests and commitments around his needs and withdrawn from some activities so that we can spend time together, experience training together he is a nose dog and so he can enjoy the benefits of hydrotherapy, which helps him to maintain muscle and mobility.
I will miss him when he passes. I miss him now. But he is teaching me to live each moment as it is given and not bark at shadows — until our paths part. Your story of Barley actually made me smile. I lost my dear black Lab, Riley, in June, after 14 loyal years together. I now recognize I had anticipatory grief with her, too. Anticipatory grief is a powerful emotion and I never even knew it had a name. I would like to apprentice while you amend your site, how could i subscribe for a blog website?
The account helped me a acceptable deal. I had been a little bit acquainted of this your broadcast offered bright clear idea. I lost my nan almost 2 years ago come April, and despite not knowing at the time she was my pride and joy. Now almost 16, I still keep memories of her in my mind. Everyone says I used to look like her, and I appreciate it as she was and still is one of my favourite people to ever exist. I was already grieving when my mum stayed in appalic state after stroke and heart problem and 40 min resuscitation. She is in the early stages and only has problems with short-term memory.
She broke her hip last month and after surgery went into a nursing home for rehab. My sister has medical POI and I am the alternate. I have financial POA and my sister is the alternate. My mother also has degenerative bone disease and will never walk without a walker or wheelchair. I want to bring my mom home to live with me. My sister says, since she has the right to make medical decisions, I cannot remove my mom from the nursing home. Is my sister really the only one who can legally remove my mom from the nursing home? I do not even know how I ended up here, but I thought this post was good.
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I have dealt with many deaths and losses in my life but none made me feel the way I do now. I cry more now than I ever have in my life. As I care for my wife and my daughter I feel very lonely. I have dived into my job and worked more to help keep my mind occupied and not feel so sad. Also, if there is anyone out there that is dealing with the same thing, I hope it helps to realize that you are not the only one.
Feel free to contact me through this forum and we could talk. Help each other out. Please pray for me and my family as I will pray for all of you. Thank you for this article, it has helped me understand so much of my experience of my mum dying. She too had a stroke and I believe I began grieving before she died. At the funeral I felt relief and peace, relief that neither she nor I are suffering any longer and peace that she is I believe back with my dad who died 8 years ago and she was never quite the same after wards.
But I feel so guilty for not being heartbroken. Over this last devastating year I watched her go from an independent person, to a disabled and incontinent shadow of herself. Yes, there were glimpses of the old mum but I feel as if I lost her last year. My sister was very upset, but she lives away and has little idea of the reality of the responsibility that I felt and the distress of seeing the daily suffering of my mum.
I saw mum every day she was in hospital and then, a nursing home as I could not care for her, her needs were so high. I almost feel happy for my mum that she no longer suffers. I feel comforted to read this thread as now I do not feel so much like there is something wrong with me.
I just want to say thank you. I had been told by someone briefly a while back that what I have been experiencing was grief for my mum even though she is still alive. My mum has been fighting cancer for 16 years, I have spent over half my life in a state that ranges from varying levels of anxiety, low mood, anger, sadness. Looking back always when there was a change in treatment, in progression of her cancer.
Most recently a couple of days ago we were told that the treatment she is having is not making any difference and she has a couple of months left to live. Nothing ever prepares you for being told someone you love has a certain amount of time to live. She even had her kidneys and bladder removed a year and a half ago to get rid of the cancer, with the hope of being clear long enough to get a transplant.
I hope they and many other people who are going through something like this find this page just like I did, at exactly the right time. I even started journalling today. Thank you for this entire site… I have been dealing with all this sadness and frustration since Nov I am an only child, I have 4 children, ages 23, 19, 17, and My mom has lived with me for the past 10 years, and my 23 year old daughter dropped out of college to be the primary caregiver to her Grandma so I could still work fulltime.
Now her friends are graduating, and she has become a hermit, will not go anywhere or talk to any of her friends. The whole family has changed. My dad passed away 16 years ago this May of Liver Cancer, which I got to experience up close and personal with a newborn in my arms, nursing in a hospice, I didnt have the support of my children back then, as they were babies themselves.
Even watching my son graduate last year was more a chore than a joy. Worrying about my mom, could he see him from where she had to it, was she cold, should I be up there or down here where I can take his picture…? My life has become a series of doubts… I used to be very happy go lucky. My mom has always been my best friend. Now, I feel this immense loss, when she is still here, but her personality has changed so much. I weep while I type this, I feel guilty that instead of enjoying the fact she is still here, I am crying because I miss her. She has always been my goto for advice.
Now I have no goto. Her reasoning has become short, she is on so much medication. I have gained 70 lbs since her stroke, I have aged so much, my entire body hurts all the time, I have severe migraines, I see a therapist every week. Been going through this process for over 2 years now with my 85 year-old mom. She was the paragon of health for most of her life; has outlived all but 2 the youngest of her 10 siblings, and has reached the highest age in several generations of her family. That is, until 2 years ago when she wound up in the ER twice in one week.
Since then some pieces have been coming together in the puzzle of some of her behaviors in the past seven years. Minor car accidents, inability to balance her checkbook, strange out of character seemingly decisions on a personal level. Since the events of 2 years ago I feel as though I have been pre-grieving her. I have spent weeks, days, and hours with her, discussing her wishes for the rest of her life, after death, hopes and asking if she has fears of dying.
I start when the phone rings, especially after 9 pm or before 7 am, I feel guilty that I sometimes am so exhausted in untangling some of the messes she makes with telephone solicitors and scammers true evil, vultures in our society that I wish it all would just stop. Some therapists have said you cannot anticipate grief. But I know you can. Thank you for this article and a place to express feelings. He went through 4 yrs of treatment. This article was helpful to me as I ride the emotional roller coaster of grieving for my precious love.
Wondering when I will be able to look at his photos or memory boxes that I will make with no more tears. Being overly sentimental, I imagine this will be a long process. I appreciate all the info. Omg, I thought I was so wrong getting relieved when my son died. He was a drug addict and I was literally running almost everyday for him, to him, whatever the case may be.
I was so mentally and physically exhausted.
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