I know that many of you are dealing with the death of parents, spouses, children, etc., I am dealing with the death of my dog, which for some of you may seem insignificant. It seems that my life has just gone downhill lately, and Jake's passing is the straw that has broken the camel's back. I moved my mother to my home while waiting for my dad to sell their home. She was here two weeks, fell, broke her hip, hospital for ten days, rehab center for two months, not doing well, I discharged her, admitted to hospital with malnutrition and dehydration, new rehab, some improvement. My husband just had a biopsy, no results, scared to death. My dad has an addominal aneurysm that we haven't even dealt with yet, I have that to look forward to. Then on Sunday, our black lab, Jake, got very sick, we raced to the vet, and to make a long story short, had him put to sleep. I didn't want him to suffer and I certainly didn't want to run a million tests and cause him any pain, and the vet thinks he may have had stomach cancer, so I know I did the right thing, but miss him so terribly. I feel so empty, unable to eat, sleep, crying all the time, I am just overwhelmed and feeling incredibly silly for not being able to control myself, but I don't know how to get control back when I feel this awful.
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