Why do we have pets? They teach us how to live!
Marlee is fifteen years old and has been with me for all except the first five months. In the cat-to-human-years conversion, Marlee is—wait for it—about 15 years older than I am. In other words, she’s considered “old.”
Accuse me of projecting if you like, but as long as I am in mid-life, so is she: I don’t know when either of our lives will end.
And she’s always teaching me something. This weekend, she showed me how to ride out the Nor’easter:
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