Let’s start out this post with three collages that my wife made a year before her death. She spent hours arranging and re-arranging the photos of all the pets in our married life to make them just right. I now have them all on my cozy apartment walls. Now to the purpose of this post.
I live in a one-bedroom apartment here at my retirement community home. It is on the second floor of a multi-winged building. Although they allow pets below 20 lbs here, I knew how unrealistic that would be for me. So, I was resolved to being without a pet for the first time in 50 years!
The only pet we had when my life radically changed five months ago was a cat we rescued from the county humane society ten years before. I didn’t believe that I would ever find a home for him. But, it turned out that our next door neighbor (a quarter-mile away) who took care of him when we went on vacations, eagerly wanted him. So now he has a new family but pretty much in the same area. That makes me feel good.
What didn’t make me feel good was the thought that I would never have another pet. They were such an important part of my life, It saddened me to imagine that. But, then I found out I did have pets here, well, sort of.
As mentioned before, I usually do two to three walks a day on the 2/3 mile path around the complex. During those walks, I regularly come across several dog-walkers. I always stop to give the dogs a little scratch behind the ear and just say hello. I know they aren’t mine, but I kinda feel a kinship to each of them. I am not without pets after all. 😁 That makes me happy.