Desperation

I am so frustrated...frustrated to the point of tears.  Rico is not doing well at all, and there is nothing I can do for him.  He is terrified, and refuses to act like himself.  I yelled at him tonight out of frustration, desperation and because I'm hurting too.  I'm mad at myself.  I'm mad at Rico for acting the way he is.  And I'm even more angry with the universe/nature/God (whatever you want to call it) and Dolce because my dogs and I have been left behind and forced to pick up the pieces.  I hate death.  It is utterly cruel and unfair for those that are left behind.