When I started thinking about this topic, all that came to mind were things that my spouse Gill had done for love. A big one being giving up her cat. When we first got together back in the 1980’s she had a cat named “Smokey.” I’ve always been allergic to cats. Being in their presence brings on sometimes serious breathing problems, like not being able to get enough air into my lungs. As time went on and I made more and more visits to her house in Lyons, I became increasingly sensitive to the cat allergen to which I was exposed. It was particularly bad in bed because the cat climbed a lot on the drapes which were hanging on the window at the head of the bed. Putting the cat out of the room did not help the situation—the dander left behind by the cat remains in the room. And in this case close to where I was breathing during the night.
Finally one night the situation became quite desperate and Gill had to get up in the middle of the night and drive to Longmont to get an inhaler for me so I could breath.
What I did for love during that time was to continue the weekend visits to Lyons and avoid suffocation by using an inhaler.
Later when we decided to live together, what she did for love was to say goodbye to Smokey and turn her over to a friend. The choice finally had to be made: Smoky the cat or Betsy the girl friend.
© 16 November 2015
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