Recently I was given a challenge to write a journal entry as if I were a pet. It was an interesting exercise. I hope you have as much fun reading it as I did writing it!
What an unusual day. I was curled up on the pillow next to my human, Bonnie. We were having a lovely sleep when suddenly she jumped out of bed, startling me out of my slumber. As I stretched, she muttered something about sleeping in and being late. I didn’t understand the problem. It’s quite lovely to lounge around and have her pamper me.
Before I knew it, she was dressed and out the door. I ran after her, crying my displeasure at her abrupt departure. We hadn’t had our morning cuddles. Where was she going?
I padded over to my food dish for breakfast. The dish was empty. This was totally unacceptable. I jumped up on the back of the sofa to look out the window and saw her car disappearing down the street.
After waiting a more than reasonable 2 minutes for Bonnie to come to her senses and return, it became clear that I’d been left to fend for myself.
I went from the kitchen chair to the table looking for food. Nothing there. Maybe I’d have better luck on the kitchen counter. A few kernels of popcorn from last night didn’t interest me. The half filled glass held more promise. My attempt to gently get my head far enough inside to have a drink didn’t go so well. The glass tumbled to the floor and shattered. I was thirsty but not enough to risk broken glass on my delicate paws.
Now I was mad. Bonnie must be taught a lesson. I went back into the bedroom and jumped up onto her dresser. One by one, I swiped my paw at each of her precious trinkets until they lay in disarray and a few extra pieces on the floor.
I felt better but still needed to release more frustration. The cushions in the living room were a perfect spot to see how sharp my claws were. After releasing some stuffing, I was worn out and weak from lack of nourishment. A nap was in order.
Much later I was awoken by Bonnie yelling, “Princess, what have you done?” I turned my back and ignored her. It seems she’s forgotten who’s boss around here. She neglected her duties this morning and I’m the one who deserves an apology. And a can of tuna.
Older people are often referred to as being in their sunset years. I’ve heard the term many times but somehow this now strikes me as a beautiful metaphor for the time of life I’m in. I don’t always think of myself as older, but I do fit the description! 
Have you ever had one of those days when you would rather stay in bed than get up and do
The last week or two has been difficult. I hadn’t realized how low I had spiralled until, during a phone conversation, a friend asked me what had brought me joy in the past week. As much as I wanted to find something to tell her, I couldn’t. Not a single joyful thought could be found. Loneliness overshadowed everything else.