Niña & Niño behind her with yours truly. Niña has that little spot on her right eye.

Every week I enjoy an outing to see a good film (usually in an old-fashioned movie theatre) with my daughter Hilary. After the film and dinner, I drive her to her home in Burnaby. By then, when I am driving back, it is very dark. I notice the empty seat beside me and I miss my Rosemary. But I do look forward to arriving home to the presence (almost human?) of Niño and Niña.

And there is a bit more to this. Niño has lymphatic cancer in his intestines. Three months ago he was thin and looked like he was not going to survive much longer. A good veterinarian prescribed a little red human cancer pill that I give Niño every other day. He is back to himself and gained lots of weight. On nice sunny days we go for our around-the-block-walk and he stands his ground to dogs.

I now understand that I am sharing the idea of an impending death with him. Who is going to go first? He might have a bit more than two years in him? How about me? At 81 I am statistically not going to be around much longer.

I have great news to report. I will continue with my home concerts with the Wahs (headed by Cameron Wilson). The concert will be sometime in April. He is going to play at my request Astor Piazzolla’s Oblivion in honour of Rosemary, me and Niño.