DH now stage 6

my DH is now stage six.  I’m exhausted physically and mentally.  He hallucinates, delusional, wanders, paranoid, agitated and confused.  The speech is so bad.  He can say a word and make a somewhat sentence but cannot put two sentences together to make a thought.  He sometimes thinks his children are small.   He asked me to tell him their names and where they are.   He wants to see them but they won’t come. He wets and poos without a thought.  I can no longer handle being a caregiver, wife, doggy mom, maintenance director, social director, previous travel director, chief cook, and psychiatrist.  I am also working seasonal as a CPA.  He wandered down the street to the highway and I picked him up.  After bringing to the ER, the doctor said he needed to see a geriatric psychiatrist.  The quickest way was through admiting him to the psyche unit.  Psychiatrist and staff says he needs to be in a home.  He is still in psyche hospital and now waiting transfer to the VA Home.  His grown children are MIA and no Cavalry is coming to help. I live in his home town and my friends are a hour away.  I feel guilty that I can’t continue.  I hate it has taken 2 weeks to move him out of the hospital.  I hate that his son said he would make travel plans in a few weeks. Which he won’t. I think he will be a complete shell in about 3-6 months and pass within 18 months.  But, when I make plans, the universe laughs.  I thought we had more time but this is moving quickly.  I’m not complaining, I just wasn’t prepared.  I am also over the top grieving.  I’m having a hard time processing the pain.  I’ve lost my best friend, my flying partner, my CPA partner, my movie goer, and my sole mate.  I see him everyday and kiss and hug and listen to his rambling.  He cries and I console and when he calms down I play silly to make him laugh. I miss my friend.  This  is not High Water, this is Hell.