Living Alone.

My wife has been in care now for a couple of months and the shock is wearing off. She is getting the best possible care, which the kids and I have fine tuned for her to be as content as she can be and have the best available. So my Husband/Family stuff is done. The visitng routine is established and it all works..
Now I am facing the idea of whats next..Rearranging the living to suit me. And the idea of it "suiting me" is one I havent examined in fifty years..The family helped me clear the hoarding out of the downstairs master suite, and I have ordered a new shower enclosure to replace the "designer" one that never worked.. So I can live on the ground level and dodge the stairs..Not that its a problem.. But if I should fall, no one will be there. I am disposing of pantry items I am never going to use. (Does one person really need two large 2 door fridges and a mother in law sized chest freezer?)
I expressed this sense of "aloneness" to my daughter and her solution was "get a dog"..I am a dog person and growing up the kids had dogs in the house.. But she is missing my point..I am not lonely..I have a lifetime of memories and I am content. Its just that I am finding my feet like a kid who just left home for the first time and need to work out what my personal priorities are. Because I am not used to it being about me..I wont be getting a dog just yet..I would like a dog.. But winter is coming.. And those late night dog walks in the wind and rain are something I am not ready for just yet..😷