I Didn’t Make it to the Sing


It was one of those days, but I pulled myself together and I was going to head out to The Big Sing and then Buddy didn’t eat dinner. This was followed by other bad signs that I won’t go into, but that was that for me. I couldn’t even watch The Bachelorette.

Buddy had a better day today, but he’s been up and down for weeks. It just unavoidably feels like the beginning of the end. Slowly there will be more downs then ups, then all downs, and then that will be that.

I’m sorry to be so depressing. Finney has been making out like a bandit! In my effort to feed Buddy more, Finney has been able to subsequently sneak more, and so he’s happy. There’s that. And I’m going to try to take the goods days with Buddy while I have them.

Stacy Horn

I've written six non-fiction books, the most recent is Damnation Island: Poor, Sick, Mad, and Criminal in 19th-Century New York.

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3 thoughts on “I Didn’t Make it to the Sing

  1. Stacy- It’s okay to be depressing because it is when you have a sick cat and don’t know what each day will bring. We understand! Hope today is better day for you both. Have a lot of stare lovingly in each other’s eyes time. 🙂

  2. Thank you. Thank you both. I’m going to post an update tomorrow, but it’s good for now.

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