12/31/2025
🐭I am Sister Mouse, a dear friend of Sr. Squeaky, who lives at the Motherhouse of the Sisters of St. Joseph of Carondelet. I have been called “Sister” for as long as I can remember because I’ve always looked after everyone—patching torn curtains, sharing crumbs of cheese, and helping wherever I can.
I arrived at Nazareth Assisted Living with a suitcase the size of a teacup and a heart full of mixed feelings. But those feelings didn’t stay mixed for long. Nazareth welcomed me with open arms.
Here, they care for the whole person: spiritually, mentally, socially, and physically. They genuinely want you to feel at home. We have delicious meals and a calendar full of activities. The staff cares about you—not just as a resident, but as a person. And I’ve found new friends who have truly made me feel at home.
After hearing these kind words and reflecting on my journey, I sat in my room and smiled—a small, satisfied curve of my whiskers. Perhaps, I thought to myself, this isn’t the end of my story at all. Just a new chapter—written a little slower, but with steadier hands.
