The perfect companions.
Being alone, no, not me, isn't easy. As you know I visit a lot of older folks and this afternoon saw me sitting around the table with a sprightly ninety year old in our village. When we are young we don't or rather can't imagine being lonely, so lonely that each and every day seems an endless stretch of time to be outwitted. If one lives alone that is.
He has a cat, a marvelous animal who can read his moods, feel his pain and help him stave off loneliness. It might sound trivial to you, but for him his cat is everything. She gets fed good food, is allowed to sleep on his bed ( in fact she sleeps on the pillow next to him, on the side where his late wife used to sleep ) and as per usual has the run of the house. A lifesaver actually.
Having a precious little being underfoot gives meaning to the day, affords one to have conversations and if one is lucky, the cat will answer back. Sounds outlandish, but even in our house, Miss Mausi has her days of answering back in a rather teenagerish sort of way.
Then there are those older folks who would rather not chance having a pet for fear of leaving it behind someday. Fair enough, but there are so many unwanted cats and dogs whiling the time away in a kennel waiting to be adopted or sadly, killed. Old, young or in between all deserve a chance of happiness although, I would wager a bet that those adopting a pet are going to be the winners in the happiness department.
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