When her aunt passed away last November, Carrolyn Minggia, 64, felt isolated. The Brooklyn Heights resident had moved from Philadelphia to NYC four years prior to care for her aging relative, who suffered from cancer and dementia. After her death, Minggia, who never married and has no children, suddenly found herself alone.
“When I moved here, there were aides, and when she passed, everybody left again,” she says.
Then, in April, Minggia got a pet — sort of.
Her new pooch, whom she named Buddy, is a robo-dog. He looks like a golden retriever puppy and comes complete with a red bandana, soft fur and a charming bark. The cuddly creature sits by the front door watching Minggia come and go, but he only requires four C batteries — no kibble or visits to the veterinarian.
“I know it’s mechanical, but when you walk past it, it says something to you, and when you live alone, it matters,” says Minggia, a retired development coordinator.
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SOURCE: New York Post, Hannah Frishberg