It was something I had never planned for. But the day finally came. A disease known as the corona virus (not to be confused with Corona Beer) has hit humans all over the world. Infected humans (and even those who might not know if they had the virus) were advised to stay indoors for at least two weeks 24/7. Humans would now be under foot with no break for 336 hours.
I tried not to be too alarmed. But my first thought concerned my daily feeding routine. If my caretaker couldn’t go to the market to buy my favorite morsels, would I per chance starve to death? She assured me that grocery stores would deliver my favorite brands, and a large river called the Amazon might also deliver. I was somewhat reassured, but you never know about these kind of things. She also pointed out that she had “stocked” up on my favorites, and I was somewhat placated. I have been described as “Rubenesque,” so I need plenty to eat.
Right now, my caretaker seems perfectly healthy, but she has decided to mostly “stay in,” for as many days as necessary. The word, “necessary,” troubles me. What exactly does that mean? Perhaps the best way to cope, is to see this as an adventure. One can only hope that I won’t tire of her constant presence.
Maybe animals, especially cats, (although I will give dogs a little credit), can help out. Animals and nature can be soothing and we do bring people together (although it must be online for now). We are innocent, and while a human’s world grinds to a halt, our world carries on.
As the great nature writer, John Muir once said, “And into the forest I must go, to lose my mind and find my soul.” So we will help humans find their soul.