A person can always live life of his own only if he is prepared to stand alone when there is none to support the things that he applauds, believes and cherishes in his soul.
I wish you could see the two cats drowsing side by side in a Victorian nursing chair, their paws, their ears, their tails complementarily adjusted, their blue eyes blinking open on a single thought of when I shall remember it's their supper time. They might have been composed by Bach for two flutes.