Moving...just not too far

We are currently renting a room off of a lady.  We don't pay her cash, but we buy/prepare all the food.  This woman is THE dirtiest person I've ever met.  She's 52 years old, and when we moved in her boyfriend was dying of cancer.  She wasn't taking very good care of him.  His legs were to weak for him to get up and walk around, even with the assistance of a walker.  He had one of those portable urinals he used, but when he had to have a bowel movement, instead of getting a bedside commode or helping  him to the bathroom, she just brought out a bath towel and had him shit on it.  She NEVER bathed him, and she had him sleeping on a couch in the living room, she hung out/slept/got drunk in her bedroom.  He'd call and call for her because he needed her for something, like to get him an insure or a glass of water....she wouldn't respond right away, so he kept repeating her name...she would respond "What the fuck do you want?!?"  So a lot of times, he would attempt to use the walker and get his own water....epic fail, he fell every time, and we'd have to go and pick him up and get him back to the couch and told him if he ever needed anything to yell for us and we'd get it for him.

This woman is also a RAGING alcoholic.  She was spending the majority of his social security check on beer, cigarettes and marijuana.

She has two wiener dogs who are not even remotely house broken, they poop and pee all over the house.  When they pee she mops it up with a dry mop...which essentially just spreads the pee around.  She picks up the poop with a piece of toilet paper, but their feces is generally so dry it's crumbly...so she leaves what we call "poop crumbs" all over the floor.  

Personal hygiene is not her strong suit either.  We have lived here for 10 months and she has LITERALLY not taken a shower the entire time we've lived her.  Homeless people bathe more often than she does.  Between her toxic aroma and the dog feces/urine the house smells TERRIBLE.

Her boyfriend passed away 2 months after we moved in, but we began taking care of him.  She called hospice in and they brought a hospital bed here...but they took him off all his meds, even his blood thinners within 2 day he was unconscious, but still moaning in pain.  The hospice nurse that came in said that we needed to give him his morphine pills rectally, and since I have a medical background the nurse decided I was the best person for the job.  So we took care of him, bathed him, gave him his meds and basically tried to keep him comfortable the last days of his life, and he ended up dying of a blood clot.

Since then our "landlady" has not lifted a finger around the house....I have been mopping up dog pee and cleaning up dog poop on a daily basis,  I also spray the couches with disinfectant (The dogs pee on the couches as well) because they stink, and I've been covering them with a sheet because a big part of the stench in this house is HER.  Her bedroom smells so bad from her body odor and the dogs pooping and peeing in there that she won't even sleep in there.  Since I can't stand the smell, and she knows it...I keep the living room pretty clean...so now she's taken to sleeping out there...because apparently she doesn't care for the smell either (Not that she'd clean it).  I clean the bathrooms, living room, do all the cooking/cleaning.

BUT ALAS, there is a light at the end of the tunnel!!! We are moving out of here next weekend, we are going to stay with a friend, rent free, until we can scrape together enough money to get down to Georgia, which is our ultimate goal!!!  I can't wait to get the hell out of here!!