I can't let August 22nd go by without mentioning this. Two years ago my Piccolo left me. The pain of her loss has healed somewhat. Not a day goes by that she isn't in my thoughts, but mostly as a happy memory. Lots of things have changed since her death, including adopting my Mad, who is the happiest little addition to the household, and the impending departure from this place that didn't turn out to be the home that I wished for. This photo is from 2008, with Piccolo curled up on a freshly made quilt that's currently on our bed.