Early in the year I had to put down Boo because her spinal problem had progressed.
Then a month later, Ginger had a steep decline that the vet thought was probably cancer or something fatal so it was finally time to put her down.
In July, Mom nearly died--should have if the hospital had cooperated--and ended up in a rehab center after a couple of weeks in the hospital. I had to quickly move up to TN with my remaining animals and sell my house (the latter of which went very well). But poor Jasmine, who did very well with the transition generally, died of her kidney disease within 2 weeks of arriving.
Dad was in a rush to bring Mom home rather than being in the rehab center so I didn't have time to get myself settled or to close on my house before having the responsibility of having her home and dealing with Dad's dysfunctions with her home. Then in October, while Amy was visiting, we found out Al had died from COVID.
Mom died on hospice care on December 15th. Though she didn't have a lot of pain during most of her time at home, the final hours of her dying were not peaceful.
Amy had a friend die brutally, shot when trying to help someone she didn't know was violent who had been in an accident.
What a fucking year.