When Ben passed, I had the thought that harsh as that was for you, it would have been impossible for Ben had you gone first.

One does not like to have that conversation with self, but it is there, omni-present.

What happens to the one that is left behind? Can they survive by themselves? Who will be there to care for them?

And what of our fur-babies? If they are the last left standing, have we made adequate arrangements for them?