Fuck writing. Fuck the world. Fuck this, and this, and this, and everything else.

I’m posting today, but it isn’t fiction.

Don’t ‘like’ this post, okay?

I’m putting my cat to sleep this afternoon. He’s been my best friend of 10 years.

My wife bought him for me before she was my wife.

If you’ve ever had a cat in your life that you loved — you know what I’m going through.

If you don’t, you don’t.

I’m sad, and I’m angry, and I just want to go home and be with my wife and son, but I’m stuck at work until the last moment, until it’s time to say goodbye.

There will be fiction tomorrow.

Today, I’m just empty.

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0 Responses to Fuck writing. Fuck the world. Fuck this, and this, and this, and everything else.

  1. Trent Lewin says:

    Jones, I am so sorry. Don’t know what else to say. Would send you a virtual hug if possible.

  2. Jen Donohue says:

    I’m very sorry for your cat. Just write what you need to, and when you need to.

    I have had to put down my cat. Or rather, he got sick while I was at college and nobody told me and when I came home he was incapable of even hopping up onto my bed. And then my parental figures took him to the vet while I was at work and called me to tell me that euthanization had been all they could do for him.

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