Withering
Now Mom can barely move. She managed to feed the dog, but I had to take the dog outside. We're going to have to get rid of our pets because Mom can't take care of them any more. I'm watching Mom slowly wither away to death. My sister is going to take Mom to urgent care today. I'm hoping they'll at the very least find out what's wrong with her. The poor dog will be confused as to why she's back at the Humane Society. And poor me watching my mom just die like this, very slowly. It's like my mom watching how grandma died: Very slowly and unable to move. I'm at a point now where I just don't really care about much any more. And I don't know what I'm going to do once she dies. Perhaps I'm so helpless I'll have to take my own life as well. I've always wondered what happens when one dies. Perhaps some day soon I'll find the answer...
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