It’s been one year now. She died about two weeks after my Rusty. But it was a tragic, unexpected, horrible death and such a trauma for me that my dormant PTSD symptoms returned with night terrors that caused me to awaken crying out. I can’t yet write about how she died yet. . Perhaps someday I’ll be able. But to lose my two buddies so close together was...well, it still is, unspeakable emotional pain and trauma.
I live alone now. Can I ever, at age 67, living alone, get other pets and watch them, probably help them pass, like Rusty? I don’t know that answer today, I just don’t know.
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