09-12-2022, 08:31 AM
Yes she is fine with it now I have upsized it for her longer body. Coco was a very small cat I think, in comparison.
I have been thinking about the aggro you are getting from Mr P, popeye, and wondering if it is similar to the rubbish my Mum dished out to everyone except me at one stage in her dementia. Hers was caused by ongoing small strokes which slowly but surely destroyed her brain, and she went through several personality changes as different areas were dimmed and then shut down. I was told by a social worker that one way to deal with it was to enter her fantasies and not worry about trying to correct her mad ideas. I tried it and it did make her a lot happier and calmer to not be argued with. It was a very challenging time, and while I am glad I didn't just abandon her, I did end up wishing I had followed the advice one of her friends had given her years back about my grandmothers aging. She said 'if your Mum has a stroke, do not call the ambulance, make her comfortable, and safe, and go and make yourself a cup of tea before you go back and sit with her for an hour or two.' The thinking being, calling in the medical team means they will try to save a life, rather than let the dying process continue uninterrupted. Their treatment will extend that process, which may not be an outcome the patient, and their family might be best served by.
Some people can deal with the slow dying very well, but those years destroyed our family, and were pure torture for me as primary contact. When my time comes, I hope and pray to all that is powerful no one calls the ambulance, and I slip quietly over the horizon into the never never, thus avoiding inflicting all that ongoing life destroying chaos on whoever is left behind.
And I think anyone who is caught up in that deserves all that is good as a reward, because it is the hardest of roads...
I have been thinking about the aggro you are getting from Mr P, popeye, and wondering if it is similar to the rubbish my Mum dished out to everyone except me at one stage in her dementia. Hers was caused by ongoing small strokes which slowly but surely destroyed her brain, and she went through several personality changes as different areas were dimmed and then shut down. I was told by a social worker that one way to deal with it was to enter her fantasies and not worry about trying to correct her mad ideas. I tried it and it did make her a lot happier and calmer to not be argued with. It was a very challenging time, and while I am glad I didn't just abandon her, I did end up wishing I had followed the advice one of her friends had given her years back about my grandmothers aging. She said 'if your Mum has a stroke, do not call the ambulance, make her comfortable, and safe, and go and make yourself a cup of tea before you go back and sit with her for an hour or two.' The thinking being, calling in the medical team means they will try to save a life, rather than let the dying process continue uninterrupted. Their treatment will extend that process, which may not be an outcome the patient, and their family might be best served by.
Some people can deal with the slow dying very well, but those years destroyed our family, and were pure torture for me as primary contact. When my time comes, I hope and pray to all that is powerful no one calls the ambulance, and I slip quietly over the horizon into the never never, thus avoiding inflicting all that ongoing life destroying chaos on whoever is left behind.
And I think anyone who is caught up in that deserves all that is good as a reward, because it is the hardest of roads...