MsBuzzkillington
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I am feeling a bit... unsure right now. I am not really sure where to post this, so hopefully this is the right place.
A little back story... my mom's dog (I'll call her Britta) has been sick for a couple years now. I live in another state than my mom does and I remember when she called me to tell me that Britta was sick, we didn't think she was going to make it until my next visit. A few months later I came up to visit and she was "still kicking." But she was pretty sick and my mom was basically dumping tons and tons of money into keeping her alive. Every time I come up to visit Britta is even weaker, more sick, and just slowly deteriorating. It has been slightly heart breaking to watch, but my mom wasn't ready to let go.
Honestly I don't blame her, I mean... how do you make the decision to put your dog of 10 years down? It has to be an extremely difficult thing to have to go through. She also had a lot of regrets from our dog that had cancer that she put to sleep, she felt like she didn't fight hard enough.
I love that dog, don't get me wrong but part of me became slightly detached from her because I wasn't living here anymore. Not to mention, she is just not the same dog anymore and she hasn't been for awhile. She has basically been this lifeless animal that depressingly paces around the house and does nothing else.
I have been thinking like, "come on already let's put her down". But I've never said that to my mom. I have been getting annoyed with Britta, always in the way, pacing constantly, getting stuck places, peeing every where. I know she can't help it, but part of me was just like... we need to put her down already!
This trip up, my mom said Britta is getting much much worse and it's time to put her down. I was relieved, I thought... finally. It's sad of course, but this is the best thing to do. Britta has been in pain for a long time and it's kind of cruel to keep her alive longer.
My mom asked me when we should plan it... and that was kind of weird... planning the death of your pet. I told my mom to do it whenever she felt was the most right time, that she should do whatever she needed to do because this was obviously harder for her than it was for me.
I mean, I thought that I was okay with this, I thought it wasn't a big deal. For months I was expecting my mom to call and say Britta passed away, and I thought I was ready for it. But, now... it's tomorrow. Tomorrow. I keep thinking how tomorrow night Britta won't be around anymore. Tomorrow will be the last time I see Britta... ever. The house is going to be so quiet. Things are going to be so different. I am starting to feel really depressed and sad. I don't want her to be gone, I don't want her to go away. I feel... weird.
Even though I am feeling said about things, I know I won't cry. But I know tomorrow my mom is going to be a mess and I am going to be this stone cold heartless person who doesn't shed a tear. I have always handled the death of our pets differently, and I am starting to worry about tomorrow. Well, I've been worried about how I am going to act around my mom tomorrow. I feel awkward being around people when they are crying a lot (we are not hugging/affectionate people) I don't know how I am going to support her, I just... don't know.
Just had to vent. Things are sad.
A little back story... my mom's dog (I'll call her Britta) has been sick for a couple years now. I live in another state than my mom does and I remember when she called me to tell me that Britta was sick, we didn't think she was going to make it until my next visit. A few months later I came up to visit and she was "still kicking." But she was pretty sick and my mom was basically dumping tons and tons of money into keeping her alive. Every time I come up to visit Britta is even weaker, more sick, and just slowly deteriorating. It has been slightly heart breaking to watch, but my mom wasn't ready to let go.
Honestly I don't blame her, I mean... how do you make the decision to put your dog of 10 years down? It has to be an extremely difficult thing to have to go through. She also had a lot of regrets from our dog that had cancer that she put to sleep, she felt like she didn't fight hard enough.
I love that dog, don't get me wrong but part of me became slightly detached from her because I wasn't living here anymore. Not to mention, she is just not the same dog anymore and she hasn't been for awhile. She has basically been this lifeless animal that depressingly paces around the house and does nothing else.
I have been thinking like, "come on already let's put her down". But I've never said that to my mom. I have been getting annoyed with Britta, always in the way, pacing constantly, getting stuck places, peeing every where. I know she can't help it, but part of me was just like... we need to put her down already!
This trip up, my mom said Britta is getting much much worse and it's time to put her down. I was relieved, I thought... finally. It's sad of course, but this is the best thing to do. Britta has been in pain for a long time and it's kind of cruel to keep her alive longer.
My mom asked me when we should plan it... and that was kind of weird... planning the death of your pet. I told my mom to do it whenever she felt was the most right time, that she should do whatever she needed to do because this was obviously harder for her than it was for me.
I mean, I thought that I was okay with this, I thought it wasn't a big deal. For months I was expecting my mom to call and say Britta passed away, and I thought I was ready for it. But, now... it's tomorrow. Tomorrow. I keep thinking how tomorrow night Britta won't be around anymore. Tomorrow will be the last time I see Britta... ever. The house is going to be so quiet. Things are going to be so different. I am starting to feel really depressed and sad. I don't want her to be gone, I don't want her to go away. I feel... weird.
Even though I am feeling said about things, I know I won't cry. But I know tomorrow my mom is going to be a mess and I am going to be this stone cold heartless person who doesn't shed a tear. I have always handled the death of our pets differently, and I am starting to worry about tomorrow. Well, I've been worried about how I am going to act around my mom tomorrow. I feel awkward being around people when they are crying a lot (we are not hugging/affectionate people) I don't know how I am going to support her, I just... don't know.
Just had to vent. Things are sad.