外围体育投注With the sudden increase of deaths in the US in recent months, is it possible for life insurance companies to refuse to pay citing financial difficulty? What happens in that situation? Are the surviving family members just left without that financial safety net they were expecting?
I don’t wanna seem like an edgelord or anything, but I’ve noticed that not really scared about when I die. It’s just life. But, why are some people so scared of it? One time a friend of mine told me he laid in bed awake for a whole night just thinking about how he’d die someday. I just don’t really understand. Is it because they’re afraid of hurting someone else if they die?
外围体育投注I have long accepted that my life has no purpose and after I die the world will keep turning like nothing happened. Because nothing happened! People die everyday! And you may think that if you accept the fact your life doesn't matter, your life doesn't have a purpose. Because when I realised my life won't matter to the world, I decided to make it matter for me! Just do what makes you happy!
外围体育投注I’ve posted a few times in other subs about what happened. Long story short, my yellow lab was not fixed and she got mammary cancer. It spread quickly and there was nothing we could do for her.
We’re devastated. We have 3 other dogs, who I am trying to make sure their lives are as normal as they can be right now with the loss of their pack leader.
I don’t know how to cope with this, or feel my emotions. I dissociated a lot of her last day because I was the only one strong enough to hold her and speak calmly and gently to her, reassure her it was gonna be alright, and help her through all of it. None of it feels real. I don’t know if it’s because I detached myself from it, or because I’m in the first stage of grief.
外围体育投注I feel traumatized. I held her for hours as she wheezed and clicked because of how much pain she was in. I held her upright for a 45 minute car ride with one hand to her chest to feel it rise and fall, and one hand petting her face and talking to her. I don’t think she recognized me at that point. It was mortifying. I helped her into the car to go to the vet, and out when we got there. They had a nice set up outside so we could be with her when they put her down. It was beautiful, but traumatizing. She was laid out in front of a bench. My partner sat on the bench and leaned forward petting her, while I held her face and kept talking to her, petting her, and making sure I was close enough that if she did recognize me she’d be able to while I was wearing a mask. After they said she was gone my partner ran and cried. I kept holding her face until they came back outside and I watched them pick up her limp, lifeless body and put a plastic bag over her butt and then put her into a box. I sat in the back with her in the box on the drive home. We had to bring her home so our other dogs would sniff her and understand she had passed. We have 3 other dogs, and this had to be done one by one. The sounds they made when they went back to their kennels was awful. Crying noises I’ve never heard before. We put the top back on the box and left her in the dog’s bedroom with them overnight (a few hours, she was put down around 3am). At 11am we took her in her box back out to the car and drove her back to the vet. They were crazy busy as they were an emergency vet, so we had to wait a bit. It was agonizing. I wanted to pet her one last time, but I was worried she was bloated and decaying and didn’t want to have to view her that way, but the damage was done already. I left the box closed and just cried on top of it because my partner was just as mortified to see her.
My partner had her for a long time. We started dating and I moved in fairly quickly from out of state in November. That’s all of the time I had with her. My partner is a mess. He can’t function. He won’t eat. He’s pulled out the couch and slept with our other dogs. I slept alone in bed. A few days ago we laid out a blanket on the floor for her because she wasn’t much of a cuddler and had all of her stuffed animals there as well. I know it smells like her to our other dogs. I laid there with her for a few hours the night she passed, with one of our other dogs laying half on me and half on her.
My partner is struggling, really struggling. I feel as though I’m in every single stage of grief at once, and haven’t been able to talk to anyone about it for fear of making him feel even worse. I’m trying to be strong for him and for our other dogs, but god I miss her so much already. The dog’s bedroom looks so empty. I accidentally said her name today instead of my other dog’s names and I could see the light leave my partner’s eyes when I did it. I just feel like I’m making him angry or annoyed. I don’t feel like I can go to him with my feelings, I normally keep things to myself regardless because I handle things on my own pretty well, but I feel isolated and alone in this.
How can I handle this? How can I feel this and process it? How can I help my partner?
TLDR: we had to put down my dog, and I had to bear the worst parts of all of it. My partner is a mess, and I’m trying like hell to keep it together until I have moments alone. How do I allow myself to feel this and move forward? How can I help my partner through it?
Crickets are being used as food, Vegans are storming Farms and other meat producing properties and letting the animals out which will inevitably lead to their death infact most animals let out of farms end up dying to cars or human intervention. and now they are making cricket flour. Isn't that the same moral compass? because you're breeding a specific species to provide food for another? isn't that the whole moral compass of storming the farms to 'save' the animals and let them out and basically kill them so others cannot? because thats literally what it is. can someone explain this ploy to me I am not seeing any logical reason to do this other than because vegan activists get bored and don't have enough protein/energy to play with themselves so instead have to fuck with other people's income?
Im sorry if this is jumbled, my brain is goo from all the emotions.
外围体育投注To be clear-
I am not upset that I am upset. I am confused on why I feel the way I do... and what I am feeling... (is this grief?)
外围体育投注She was a beautiful, kind person. I followed her and my cousins adventures on facebook for over 5 years but only got to meet her once... she was a mother with kids around my daughters age as well as she was around my age (my cousin is older so we never got close, although he's always been my favorite).
I found out today that she died in a car accident at 2 am this morning... I can't stop crying. Its got me really torn up.
However when my grandpa died, I felt nothing... not a single tear... and I saw him quite a bit and knew him for a long time (although he was not a nice man...)
I am very confused on what I am going through as I have never grieved before and didn't think this would effect me this hard.
The house is 1300 sq. ft., has a shed, and a garage and a bedroom used for storage. The person who owns the house isn't hoarder levels of keeping things but she just...does not throw things away.
外围体育投注I assume that if they have living family or friends, their body can be put to rest by those people, but what about the people out there who don't have anybody? What happens to the body, or the assets that they may have? Whose responsibility is it to take care of things?
外围体育投注Sorry if this comes off insensitive.