I cry my fool head off any time I have to have a kiddo PTS. I've lost ten of my rattie family in the time I've kept rats and it never gets easier. I just have a better idea of when to fight and when to help them go now. I don't fight pituitary tumors anymore. My kids who get them are old and the meds only help so long with brain tumors. I'm much more apt to help them leave, even when it's hard on me.
It's the only thing that sucks about being a staunch atheist for me. Knowing that they are gone, for real. The idea of heaven is nice and whenever my heart is being broken and one of my much loved friends leaves I find myself thinking about how comforting it must be for other people. But I don't believe it and it's just false, cold comfort to me... so I just have to let the grief (and inevitable guilt) wash over me and deal with the ache as best I can. It lessens but never leaves, I've found.
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I cry my fool head off any time I have to have a kiddo PTS.
I've lost ten of my rattie family in the time I've kept rats and it never gets easier. I just have a better idea of when to fight and when to help them go now. I don't fight pituitary tumors anymore. My kids who get them are old and the meds only help so long with brain tumors. I'm much more apt to help them leave, even when it's hard on me.
It's the only thing that sucks about being a staunch atheist for me. Knowing that they are gone, for real. The idea of heaven is nice and whenever my heart is being broken and one of my much loved friends leaves I find myself thinking about how comforting it must be for other people. But I don't believe it and it's just false, cold comfort to me... so I just have to let the grief (and inevitable guilt) wash over me and deal with the ache as best I can. It lessens but never leaves, I've found.
I'm so so sorry.
Scritches to little Pippin.