[Life] Now I just don't know what to do.
This is proof, if I ever doubt it again, that no matter what, I do still love my mother.
She's absolutely, completely devastated by the dog's death. She's still crying this morning. The step-dad told me they were up all night, her crying and him listening to her say things like how she just wants to die and now the other dog doesn't love her any more because she killed George. She should have taken better care of him, because animals need us to take care of them and since he got sick in the first place, obviously it's her fault, she did something wrong. She told me yesterday that the step-dad just needs to take care of Martie because she doesn't know how to take care of dogs. She doesn't know how life will go on because absolutely everything reminds her of George, even just coming home from work because he used to meet her in the driveway and want to ride in the car the rest of the way.
I just... gods, this... I don't know what to do or say. There's nothing I can do or say to help her.
It's not at all that I think she shouldn't be devastated by George's death, y'all know that, because I was devastated by Rat's death. But Rat was different, and my mom and I both know that. She was old. And, granted, if I'd been more diligent about taking her to regular check ups, she might have lived a little longer, but I didn't, and there's no use in crying over it now. I'll do better with my next cat, whenever I have one.
George got sick. And sometimes animals get sick, no matter how well you take care of them, it just happens. But she won't take that as an answer. And she won't listen to the idea that it was the vet's job to make him better, and the vet couldn't do it (I hate to malign an innocent veterinarian, but if it stops my mom from saying she just wants to die, then I'll do it).
Guys. I don't know what to do. I mean, it's only the day after he died, I hope that maybe in a few more days she'll be able to think about him without blaming herself. And maybe in a couple of weeks she'll be able to look back and think about all the good times and smile and laugh and still miss him, but at least be able to remember him with a smile. And if she can't... well, the only thing I can think of at that point is to wrangle her into a therapist's office, and wouldn't that be a kick in the shins, to make my mother go see a therapist?
Ugh. ::headdesk::
She's absolutely, completely devastated by the dog's death. She's still crying this morning. The step-dad told me they were up all night, her crying and him listening to her say things like how she just wants to die and now the other dog doesn't love her any more because she killed George. She should have taken better care of him, because animals need us to take care of them and since he got sick in the first place, obviously it's her fault, she did something wrong. She told me yesterday that the step-dad just needs to take care of Martie because she doesn't know how to take care of dogs. She doesn't know how life will go on because absolutely everything reminds her of George, even just coming home from work because he used to meet her in the driveway and want to ride in the car the rest of the way.
I just... gods, this... I don't know what to do or say. There's nothing I can do or say to help her.
It's not at all that I think she shouldn't be devastated by George's death, y'all know that, because I was devastated by Rat's death. But Rat was different, and my mom and I both know that. She was old. And, granted, if I'd been more diligent about taking her to regular check ups, she might have lived a little longer, but I didn't, and there's no use in crying over it now. I'll do better with my next cat, whenever I have one.
George got sick. And sometimes animals get sick, no matter how well you take care of them, it just happens. But she won't take that as an answer. And she won't listen to the idea that it was the vet's job to make him better, and the vet couldn't do it (I hate to malign an innocent veterinarian, but if it stops my mom from saying she just wants to die, then I'll do it).
Guys. I don't know what to do. I mean, it's only the day after he died, I hope that maybe in a few more days she'll be able to think about him without blaming herself. And maybe in a couple of weeks she'll be able to look back and think about all the good times and smile and laugh and still miss him, but at least be able to remember him with a smile. And if she can't... well, the only thing I can think of at that point is to wrangle her into a therapist's office, and wouldn't that be a kick in the shins, to make my mother go see a therapist?
Ugh. ::headdesk::