It Was A Mouse

The past few nights with Tito have been tough. Not much sleep again but it’s slowly getting better. I sat with him a long time last night just petting him as he finally went to sleep. There were no lights on, just a candle on the shelf next to the window. It happened very quickly, just a fleeting moment’s pause on a run back to the wall’s protection.

Every winter a couple of deer mice find their way into the old house for warmth, and remembering how low on the food chain I’ve been a few times in my life, I just haven’t got the heart to kick them out. It’s probably not a good idea to share too much of your living space with mice, but there’s never been a case of hantavirus in New York and all my cupboards are well sealed.

I wasn’t going to do anything for the “war on Christmas” this year, but that image stuck with me and this evening I thought why not. Why not share that instant in time when the world consisted of a man, his old dog and a mouse. It’s not much; I only had a couple hours, but please know that I appreciate all of you who have visited the site. Tito, the mouse and I, warmly wish you all…