I can tell you're not enjoying yourself here at all.
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Yes, I often wonder how long The Rook would've lived had I not treated her like my mother and pulled the plug. But she was pooping on herself, Rook that is, couldn't get up anymore and would poop where she laid. Poor thing. I hated that day.
I don't think she appreciated my selfishness. She fell down a lot in her later years and cried in pain when it happened. Couldn't even stand up to pee or poop. Her hips bothered her so much and I'm such a sissy look what you've done to me!
I can't even begin to imagine. My deciding moment with William was when I was trying to give him some medicine and finally got him to open his mouth. Half his tongue had disappeared, it was just a huge infected mess. He had tried to slink off several times to die peacefully, but I'd caught him and taken him back to his bed to care for him. I know now that was selfish of me. It was that day I made the decision.
Absolutely. I think Rooks last 6 months was purely due to my selfishness. I beat myself up for it regularly both ways—I shouldn't have done that and I should've done it longer.