D. said to me last night, "You know, I thought it was the tuna, when my cat died. The vet said it wasn't. But I couldn't stop thinking it was the tuna."
She has had a new cat living with her now for a while. This cat never, ever gets fed tuna. D. is not prone to silly superstitions. In fact, D. is one of the most brilliant, skilled nurses I have ever known. I believe she really doesn't let this new cat eat tuna, but the story is about more than that. It's D's gift of reassurance, love and understanding to me. And I am grateful!
How wonderful it would be, I thought, if we could simply never, ever feed our beloved families or pets tuna and thus ensure their safety and well-being forever and ever!