There’s a new post on Daughter on Duty.
I’ve been begging for weeks, months even, ‘Give me a sign. Please. Tell me it’s time.’ I’ve responded to Smudge’s wailing, loss of appetite, weight loss, excess shedding, dehydration, long naps and inactivity by giving her more or less insulin. ‘What the hell kind of sign do you want?’ she asks. I want more clarity, that’s what I want; something I can’t fix with an injection a couple times a day.
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