Alex, Niño & Niña

 

The only way I can cope with living alone is to have the stability of cats that accompany me in the routines of the day. I was deeply affected when my male cat Niño died on May 12. Luckily his twin sister Niña is inseparable from her so-called master and gives me some of the warmth that I had in spades when Rosemary was alive.

Now I am beginning to understand to have a few planned activities that will bring friends or family to my house or an activity that has me going somewhere. In short a steady routine keeps me sane in my never-going-away melancholy for the loss of Rosemary aftera 52 years of being together.

Getting the garden ready for my opening to the Vancouver Rose Society for today and tomorrow has been an excellent distraction.

Best of all is to retire to my bed, now only with Niña who at 8pm stares at me as she has her routine of being fed her treats. By 11:30 when I turn off the light she gets on top of me and we sleep most of the night except to my almost pleasant 3 trips to sit on my heated toilet seat.