Nothing as comforting as a cat curled up beside me, he reaches out to put a paw on me. Claws outstretched then relaxed, not a warning. I rest my hand on him, he doesn't stir.
I loved having keys, proof of independence and trust. Front door, back door. When I started working at the library, I was given a key to the storage/restroom. When I got my first car, two more keys, ignition and trunk. In my first apartment, my own keys, and keys to the radio station. Downright greedy about keys, kept every key I could no matter that I wasn't using them anymore. It would take many years and moves for me to thin the key ring, feeling relieved and unburdened.
Now, with smartcards and electronic fobs to get into work and this apartment building, my keyring stays light. No more separate car trunk keys, either.
D got an ipod a short while back, a refurbished, non-phone. I'm coming around to it's usefulness, for him. That and he has a photo of me as his wallpaper. The same one he used to carry a print of around in his wallet, with a worn spot. After so many years together, I find this deeply touching.