The Older I get

It has gotten to the point that I no longer feel "safe" unless all the things that I feel I need are in bags and ready to move at the blink of an eye.  It's a terrible feeling.  Dread.  I won't be able to get all the things I need and the things I treasure out safely.  There's too much.  What about dog food?  Cat food?  We are so lucky to live in a time and a place where being able to have pets is a luxury.  Some folks around the world feed their "pets" with food from their own mouths.  And some of us feel the need to put clothes on our pets.  What a difference location can make.