by I discussed the fact that Finney seemed to feel fine with the doctor, but the doctor re-explained and slowly all the things I missed when he tried to tell me yesterday. Pretty much everything that can be wrong with a bladder and a penis are wrong with poor Finney.
Not the least of which is a thing like a rend or bubble that could burst at any moment and send urine into his blood stream which I’m guessing would mean curtains for Finney. So I left him there for surgery.
I will be spending the rest of the day trying not to go crazy with worry.
This is my friend Jim playing one of the pianos that are part of a public art installation by British artist Luke Jerram called Play Me, I’m Yours. I meant visit one of them and take a picture myself, but Liz already got this video of Jim. I love what she says about how everything is a competition here.
[Video removed because the link no longer works.]
Oy to the vey! Sending warm thoughts, lots of luck and purr-y hugs to furry ones…
Finney has a lot of fans out here, and I’m one of them.
So when you see him, please tell him that a lot of us are not ready to try and do this life without him.
My thoughts are with Finney today.
Belated thanks!!