This is me, assisting a random tourist downtown. Somehow she’d dropped her cell phone into a storm drain.

Today I heard that my brother had to put his old pug dog Beau to sleep. The playmate of my pug, Loki, Beau was originally my late grandfather’s dog and was just a perpetually-wired bundle of canine joy. But Beau was old and it was time; he was starting to suffer and my brother made the right decision.

Still, it makes me remember my cat…my ex-wife and I had him for years and finally had to put him to sleep. So amazingly sad, even if I accept that it’s right, even if years have passed.