In the end you have to hold onto blind faith that you will come right eventually and revert to the usual state that you have - feeling. For me this state makes up the majority of my life so although I am scared when I am shut down that I won't come right I always do sooner or later.
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I know that there are people here who have survived unspeakable, life altering events: war, rape, assaults. I feel safe here sharing mine even though it still feels like a risk. See that little guy in my icon? His name is Pallino (named after the little white ball in the bocci set, the pallina). He developed symptoms of a brain tumor in May. All he could do was pace and pace around the house. He even forgot what his toys were for. It was only going to get worse, maybe even seizures. He was my first pet, my soul mate. I promised him that I would not keep him here for me. June 1st, I released him. I held him during the procedure. Backing up, when my friend and I were just about to arrive at the vet's office that evening, I looked at Pallino on my lap, and all of a sudden, I found myself having to remind myself that he was my dog. Then I had to think for what seemed forever as to what his face looked like and that he had had some problems. I didn't understand what had just happened. I told my vet.
The procedure didn't go well. The vet had a hard time with the first attempt to get the needle in causing him to pull and yelp. I know I cried but I don't think it was a cry that you feel in your chest. I turned him over to cradle him and his eyes were open. I didn't expect that. As I carried him, I felt some movement inside him, it turns out that that was normal relfexy thing, but no one warned me, so I threw open the door and started yelling "hey!" because I thought the meds had not worked.
I am a vegetarian because I can't tolerate the thought of harming an animal and there I was ending the life of the "person" who I most loved in the world. I know in my mind that I could not have let him go on like that but logic doesn't seem to help much. I tried to cry the next day and realized that I couldn't and that all my emotions had just shut down.
I have another dog who will be 12 in a couple of weeks. He is as cute as can be but I can't feel anything for him. I don't think he knows that I am different....at least I hope so.
I look at Pallino's pictures and I can remember who he was and what he did but I can't remember the feelings. It is like I only have access to the factual part of his being here.
I haven't had a drink in over 8 years and I have really REALLY been thinking of starting again through all of this. I have also thought about just checking out. After all, I let Pallino go when there was no quality left for him. I just don't think I can ever love like that again. It was such a special bond. I do not have kids. He was my child.