Lucians are unlike Americans in that they don’t always need to know WHY. Sometimes things happen that we don’t understand, life doesn’t always end in a neat resolution like a Hollywood movie. I’m trying to think that way.

I came home last night from the airport and Cheeto was nowhere to be found. Today Paul told me that he died last week. So I’m trying not to think things like "I should have known he was sick" and "he was probably sad that I left on vacation", but it’s hard not to. Actually it’s sadder to remember what a good boy he was, and how he always brought me treats.