Romeo's vet was at a complete loss to explain it, at least in medical terms. "It's a miracle," was the only explanation she could think of, "Romeo is our Christmas miracle."
So what made the difference?
Was it the fact that in what was supposed to be his final days, Diane continually bathed Romeo in love and affection, even as she administered the drugs and liquids, some of them sub-cutaneously, that were not intended to save him but only to make his passing easier?
Diane Benson thinks she knows. Her son was about to go to war, to be sent into the very heart of battle. She was against the war. She even stood on the street and protested it. She did not want him to go. But there was nothing she could do to stop it, to keep her son safe at home. She had no choice but to stay home in Chugiak, Alaska, and bear the worry and the pain. If she could at least have her best friend present with her - to curl up on her lap as she sat watching every minute of news, to lie beside her face on the bed at night and soothe her with his purr, it would give her courage.
She needed her best friend to help her bear the coming ordeal.
Diane felt that at a level that science cannot measure, Romeo understood that she needed him and so he decided to stay around to help her out.
*I did not have the time to make the full post that I last said would comprise part 2 of 4, yet it did not seem fair to me to make readers wait any longer to learn that Romeo survived his terminal illness. Therefore, this is now a five part series and I plan to continue on with it tomorrow, or maybe the day after.