Did anyone feel like this after caregiving for end stage liver disease?

My mother in law, age 79 just passed away on hospice with End Stage Liver Disease. I was put in the position of taking over her care and bringing her near us about 6 months ago. She had been sick with cirrhosis - we were told due to fatty liver disease -for over 10 +years and had numerous ups and downs but we never had a lot of details as she lived out of state and was always vague and she seemed to still eat whatever she wanted (lots of salt and bad food!), drank alcohol, did not exercise or do any of the recommendations. She also had Type 2 diabetes, was overweight and had stage 3 kidney disease. She had some info her records of prior hospital visits for fluid drainage back in 2019, recommendations for a TIPS procedure that she never got, she had scopes and espohagael banding many years ago. We brought her near us after a 4 day hospitalization for Grade 3 Hepatic Encepalopathy and she seemed to have severe decline over the past few years. She was told she had End Stage Liver Disease and released on high doses of lactalose and rifaxamin, diuretics and by the time we took over her care she was completely exhausted all the time, horrible GI complications, barely able to eat and had to be using the toilet non stop. She did ok for a little over a month, although seemed very uncomfortable and in awful shape from the meds to keep the toxins down. She fell, then was getting horrific headaches and fluid retention. ER could not really do anything for the headaches due to her liver disease. Within the span of a few weeks she got severe swelling in her lower legs/feet to the point her shoes would not fit, was diagnosed with a DVT in her calf which was very swollen and sore and needed fluid drained from her abdomen. She didn't want to be in the hospital anymore or go through procedures like scopes so hospice was recommended to keep her comfortable with all her complications and she was never pursuing or qualified for a transplant. She had severe portal vein hypertension and it would be invasive and risky to treat the DVT and would likely just bridge her to the next severe complication or more DVTs. We did get her on hospice and she honestly seemed to improve a little. She didn't want to take rifixamin or lactlalose anymore due to not able to eat much, GI issues, and horrible diarrhea and hemmoroids that have caused bleeding including rectal varicies so comfort was prioritized especially because she seemed so weak and not able to digest food (even off the meds). She had about 6 weeks where she really did seem a little better other than continued physical weakness, using a walker, but could eat a little more and had a couple falls getting into bed but then suddenly over about a week got slower, weaker, never seemed agitated or confused, just kind of peacefully shutting down. We had just informed her that week we were going to transition to assisted living to keep her safe and we had called in a hospital bed to make it easier for her to get in and out and prevent falls until we could get her to an environment with more help. She had a lot of help at this point with showers, visitors but always wanted to go out and about but she would end up getting so tired when we tried to take her out - barely could get her in and out of the car -we worried she would fall so for her last week or so we only took her on car rides and she seemed kind of upset about that despite a lot of visitors and being able to participate in some things where she lived. I think I always knew she could decline and pass away at any moment but I feel like because of some of our decisions she just gave up and then quickly declined over a weekend and died. Just like a quick and quiet peaceful shutdown of her body. I am told this is a blessing with end stage liver disease but I still just feel like we did something wrong or that we made her give up! The guilt is horrible. Wondering if anyone has experienced something similar. It definitely compounds the grief