My cat doesn't do anything; he doesn't work, he doesn't rub my back or take me on vacations. All he does is make my heart pitter-patter with giddiness. When other pet owners talk about their pets who  have died or are sick and dying, I could not imagine myself going through that. I tell myself I would never get another pet if and when the time comes that my Winn will leave me. But then again, isn't that the same as saying I will never fall in love again?

We don't choose who we love and when we fall in love. And what kind of life is it anyway without love and losses? So I tell myself one more time that when I fall in love, I will love (him) like how I love my cat. Assuming of course, he, like my cat makes me  giddy.