With my Rosemary gone on December 8, 2020, my constant grief is ameliorated by three females and a male. My cats Niño and Niña are two of them. The other two are my daughters Alexandra and Hilary.

The former, Alexandra keeps me up-to-date on my banking as I am not swift as Rosemary was with financial matters. With an ever-smiling Hilary we go to see fine films every week and a half. Just a few days ago she came to my rescue.

With Rosemary we had for 20 years a daily breakfast in bed. I have kept the custom and while I read my NYTimes and Vancouver Sun I have the company of my two orange and white cats. I always drink a large mug of very strong tea. 

A few days ago I dropped the tray and broke the cat mug I drink my tea from. It is the third made-in-England mug I break. It had the image that was an almost exact likeness to Rosemary’s beloved cat Casi-Casi who died when we moved to our present Kits home.

The last mug I found at a store in Prince Edward Island. I came to the conclusion that as I get older (I am 81) I need not be attached to the many objects and stuff in my house. I told myself to buy a large clear glass beer mug at my nearby Dollar Store and not worry ever again or experience the grief of the loss of a valued object.

I told Hilary.

She ordered a new mug from the store in Prince Edward Island and told me that I should keep it downstairs and use it only at the table with guests. For my daily breakfast she suggested I buy that clear glass beer mug. And this I did. Bless my daughters (and my cats, too).