sweetpea-I wanted to make sure you knew that my comments were meant to give perspective not judgement.
I've been doing some "cleaning". I live in the family house but my kids are grown and I kicked my ex out 9 years ago---which leaves me with way too much room to store/hoard things. Since I work from home I have way too much work paperwork and clutter makes me nuts. I've been going through files of papers pulling out what I can shred. In the last pile were the vet bills for the last dog I lost. As I'm sure everyone else on here is, my emotions are always really raw. I clutched those papers to me and just started to cry. He passed on Christmas day '09. I've loved every dog I've ever had with all my heart and spoiled each and every one but that dog was truly special. He replaced a dog that was stolen and mended our broken hearts.
I've always had two dogs and my remaining dog Lily was horribly lonely. My "new" replacement dog
Petey has kept me sane. He has so much personality. Lily is my comfort and Petey makes me laugh.
You were the volunteer. I was the caretaker. We were the strong ones who took care of others. I don't ask for help. I asked people if they needed help when I knew they were dealing with something so I go by that standard. I shouldn't need to ask. My son is very much like my side of the family and he tells me like it is. If you don't ask than you can't be mad or offended. Your friends can't guess what you are dealing with.
None of that changes feeling abandoned. It also doesn't change who you are as a person. I'm lonely and I do feel that I often don't exist unless someone needs something yet I will still put their needs ahead of mine. I can't change who I am just because of a bite. My guess is the same goes for you. None of that makes you feel anymore visible or cared for but we see you and care about
you here.