One Rogue's Journey

My guild is currently in the middle of a crisis. By crisis, I mean complete and total falling apart and by middle I mean get your coat. This is certainly not something exclusive to my guild by any means and is in fact a very common tale. Guilds fall apart, it happens. My server seems to have a pretty strong trend going at the moment, so much so that on the realm forums a thread was started discussing which would be the next guild to fall apart (we were chosen).
There is no spectacular drama to gush about when it concerns my guild’s current situation, it was not even an amazing explosion. Its current state was more a result of a vast implosion, collapsing in on itself like a dying star. The cause is not a mystery, it’s easy to see really. We progressed at a very rapid pace, clearing MH and BT in a little under 2 months after forming. This is certainly not the greatest feat in raiding but I feel it was impressive nonetheless, something to toot our horns about. This, of course, was also our down fall. When you bulldoze over content without breaking a sweat, building and building momentum like a bullet train to the point that you don’t feel you can be stopped, the inevitable crash causes all the more damage. People become angry, of course they do, nothing stings more than hurt pride. The best of the best power through this and come out the other side better for the experience, for others the results are not so happy. The dreaded finger of blame starts to fly and people become disillusioned, insulted and angry. One person leaves, and then another, and then 4 or 5 at once. You start to miss raids due to a lack of members, moral drops even lower. You tighten your boots, ramp up recruitment and fill your raids again, but it’s not the same. An abundance of new players means relearning old content and those that stayed begin to get frustrated at wiping on farm bosses and they too begin to leave. Soon you’re left with nothing but a skeleton of what was, the loyal few remain but their heart is no longer in it, some are simply waiting for the final nail to be driven. You wonder what happened. You were a yacht in the ocean of raiding, now you’re a bathtub with a hole in the side. Eventually even the most loyal don’t have the energy to stem the water that’s rushing in and they drop their buckets and let the ocean overtake them.
My guild is at the end of this cycle I feel, treading water in our little bathtub. Perhaps I’m being overly pessimistic and we’ll end up pulling out of this nose dive before a complete crash (yeah, I changed from a boat metaphor to a plane metaphor, what of it?). I’m not an abandoner and I’ve made promises to stay with it to the end. I feel a strong sense of loyalty, after all, this is the guild that plucked a poor rogue out of SSC and thought enough of him to give him their first warglaive saying we respect you enough to represent our guild.
The whole thing is sad really.
I plan to stick it out until the end, but at what point do you finally say, ok, enough limping along, this is the end. My only friend. The end.