“As I lay sprawled out on my living room rug, the room darkening as night set in, I felt so very lost. A lone tear slid down my cheek. The kids were upstairs content in their doings. I wrapped myself up in my black knobby arm knit blanket to warm myself from the drafts of sadness and old leaky windows. Then Sara, my fierce cat, possibly sensing my need or for her own comfort of contact, comes to my aid and curls up beside me. I am no longer alone and I know then, as I’ve always known, that I have never and am never alone.”