This afternoon I am taking my sweet dog to the vet..she is 17-ish, I have had her for 15 years. She's had tracheal cough for several years as well as canine cognitive dysfunction (dog dementia). She's not been doing well the last week or so, though overall she is so far from who she once was. Hours of wandering and pacing. This week enthusiasm for eating has varied.
I just lost my other canine soulmate three weeks ago. I am a broken, sick, isolated person to begin with; my babies are literally the only loves, motivation, and joy.. I have felt myself slipping further away the last few weeks and while I'm not certain what will happen today, I know either way it will be soon. I know that I, too, am on my last breath, if not today, Soon.
I have been living past my capacity for pain, physically and mentally for a LONG time. To my core, now and for decades, I am exhausted. I am hopeless. I have no fight. I am alone, genuinely.
I'm not sure why I post this here, as in the end, even well-meaning, good hearted, authentic people and responses are still just posts on an internet forum, kind and appreciated but another reminder of how empty my existence is and how alone I will always be.
Love, hug, and appreciate the hell out of your dogs, cats, any other pets. I wish they outlived us.