This won't be a long post.

Have spent the last 2 hours sifting through Mum's Photos because today the nurse asked me to organise a funeral home.

I knew it was coming, I'm not delusional, but I don't know, I guess I just thought I could deal with that some other time.

Mum is in a monumental amount of pain and to be honest, society doesn't let a dog go through unnecessary pain, yet I guess to play God with medication and humans, still has a way to go.

Mum's only words in the last two days have been "I don't want to die alone". So while we take it turns in being by her side, all I can hope for is a peaceful end to this horrible horrible disease.

I'm not religious but I believe there is something in the afterlife and I can't wait for her to see her Mum, (who died when she was 4) her dad, her brother and even her wayward husband. And of course I know only good things await because eventually, good things happen to good people.