Acceptance... no, understanding...
realizing that I actually killed R whee.... He didn't want to open his mouth, and i had to pry it open four different times. He just didn't want to go.... but i knew he was beyond all the help i could give, he cried out when i moved him... and not in a whee way, but an awful pain way...
I forced pills donw his little throat, and tried to talk him to the bridge... but every time i talked with him he would fight harder to stay alive!!!
I finally had to "reload the syringe" 3 other times, and pry his little mouth open to accept this death.... and... sob.... i had to stop talking with him, so he would quit fighting...
this is why i just can't... can't talk about it more than this... but want u, all R deeriss furrends to know why i'm just not making it through this as well as i would like to.
Taking Oxy and wheelow, different times, to leave us was so much easier. It wasn't my call, ok, it was, but i wasn't the one doing it.
Now, i can't get the last picture of him fighting me not 2 take that last syringe....
(not so much looking for acdeptace, just understanding why/how this is hitting me so hard....)
luf u with all of whees hawrt, wheesmom
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u is whees hawrt, u is whees home, u is whees family, .... {{{{{lufs u more dan u cood knows...}}}}

