Today is a work day. For at least two jobs. Right now I'm girding my loins for the day with some iced coffee and breakfast. In a few hours I will be helping to set up an estate sale, then will put in a few hours of driving. But I won't forget that today is the day that Piccolo left me, four years ago. Her loss is something I feel every day. When I returned to the apartment, she would come out on the landing to make sure I got in (happily, Madeline does the same). Piccolo would curl up on the bath mat outside the tub while I showered. My purpose in life was to love and care for her. She did the same for me. In retrospect, it was lucky for me that I witnessed her death. Coming back to find her would have been a horror. She left me suddenly, but in a happy moment, the way all pets should.