Goodbye my little Man

Finney first got sick in 2013, and I started a health diary for him, to track the symptoms. The first few and the last few entries.

2013

8/1: Started meds, PM.
8/2: Threw up, PM, diarrhea gone.
8/4: Threw up, time unknown.
8/5: Threw up, but might be Bleecker, my other cat.
8/10: Diarrhea, one day only.
8/18: Threw up.
8/26: Threw up. I gave him his slippery elm and pumpkin later than usual and he threw that up minutes later. Some diarrhea, but really, really firm stools the previous night!
9/3: Went on rabbit wet food, PM.
9/4: Threw up. But again I gave him his slippery elm and pumpkin later than usual and he threw that up minutes later.
9/7: Threw up, furball, but still. Not good.

2016

10/17: Taking Finney for a ct scan. Both Finney and Bleeck threw up this morning.

Finney was diagonsed with fibrosarcoma, and he had surgery October 20, 2016.

11/3: I met with the vet and decided not to do chemotherapy. They said his chances are recovery are 50/50. He threw up early this morning.
12/21: Finney has been so good with no problems, but today he is going to the litterbox to pee like he has a urinary tract infection or is blocked. Except I wiped him down and there was some litter stuck there and he seems fine now. I wonder if he was being blocked by a piece of litter that is now clear? I will keep an eye on him.
2/25: Finney threw up. I think it was Finney, on 2/17.

I stopped tracking his symptoms because there was no longer any point. I knew what he had. The tumor eventually returned, and there was nothing left to do but to keep him as comfortable as possible. He lived for eight months following surgery and I’m grateful for those months.

Finney on the old tv, a former favorite resting spot. I am so sad I can’t bear it. I feel like an insane person. Seriously. I can’t believe I will never ever curl up with Finney again.

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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11 thoughts on “Goodbye my little Man

  1. Maybe just go to bed now and know that Bleeker is missing his old pal too. Cats pick up on these things I’ve read. You can comfort each other. Just don’t let yourself get sick. — my unsolicited advice. 🙂

  2. I’m so sorry Stacy. It never gets any easier, even though we know this day will come. You gave Finney a good life full of love, and he was lucky to have you.

  3. It just sucks. That’s all there is to it. Love on Bleecker, even though that’s hard, too. But you both need it, even if he doesn’t know it.

    I’m so so sorry.

  4. I know you’ve been down this road before, but it sure doesn’t suck any less. It’s just a painful heart-wrenching experience. I’m sorry you have lost another beloved pal too soon. Thinking of you~

  5. You loved Finney and he knew it and he felt it. No cat was ever loved more. He was lucky to have you and you, him. One special little man.

  6. Sweet Finney, you were loved. We’ll see you in every handsome kitty face and in every sunbeam.

    I know that you were there for him and that all he felt was safe, cared for, understood, and cherished. I’m sure he slipped away knowing nothing but comfort and love.

  7. Please accept all of your readers’ caring condolences as a means to eventually feeling better. We feel for you. 🙁

  8. Thank you everyone. I’m feeling so sad. Coming home, and Finney wasn’t there when I opened the door, already waiting as he always did. It killed me.

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