Searching for a place to heal, brought me to Mayne Island, to a house on Wood Dale Drive. As my husband was working on the mainland, I meet with Barb--my potential landlady. The house was spacious and well-constructed. Tour over, Barb led me back into the living room. She offered me a seat on the chesterfield.
Mom--that name conquered memories and... I felt so alone.
A fluffy grey cat pranced into the living room.
"Oh, hello. Aren't you beautiful," I told her.
She looked at me as if to say, Why yes I am beautiful. How nice of you to notice.
"Here, kitty. Come here," I softly called.
With regal flare, the cat claimed my lap and curled up into a clump of purring grey fur. And I was no longer alone.