My cat, Schnookie, is in intensive care at an animal hospital. This is the third time she's been at the cusp of death and I am hoping she'll bounce back and pull through as she has before. I hope that not having her mama with her won't make her worse. Isolation, when ill, including hospitalization, can greatly affect people, especially the elderly, and I'm hoping it is not the same with animals.

I was already sinking into a depression before she got sick and now, not surprisingly, I feel worse. I feel empty without her here with me, and lonely. I dreamt about her all night and kept thinking I saw her when I kept waking up during the night.

I have work tomorrow, a lot of it, and I hope I can face the world with the resilience I know I have and I am trying to conjure as best I can. Just as I hope Schnookie will bounce back from this medical crisis, I hope I am able to bounce back from my own depressive crisis. It's not that bad yet. It's more a matter of me being afraid of falling off of the tightrope I currently find myself on.