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There’s an old house in Wolseley where magic happens. It’s where a future Rhodes Scholar grew up. It’s where a future First Nations doctor worked part-time as a teenager. And it’s where a master perfumer blends bewitching scents.

It’s called La Parfumerie. Blink and you’ll miss it. There’s no neon sign over the porch, draped with lush green vines. Its customers enter through a front garden decorated with carefully tended flowers.

But after 27 years at the same location, this little home business will soon be forced to shut down. Why? Because the city says it must either stop serving walk-in customers or make significant renovations to bring it into compliance with rules designed for bigger retailers.

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DEAR MISS LONELYHEARTS: Not long ago I lost my husband to illness at far too young an age. My spouse was a great guy, but I do want another one.

I just want to pass on a little tip. When my husband was dying, he encouraged me to bring home warm and loving pets to our acreage just outside the city. They were my saviours when my husband was ill.

Since he has died, they continue to help me keep warm, happy and affectionate. They were my greatest comfort in the later stages when my man was in too much pain to hold me or be held. The cats and the dog would welcome me home from the hospital and transfer their cuddling to me, giving me all the attention I needed, and I always felt so loved.

I have been dating a fair bit for a fairly recent widow because I’m ready to be held and loved, and I feel my husband and the pets saying, “Way to go.”