KiKi's condition has made me sooo sad. I remember when he came out every Saturday with my Little Pal Johnny. They loved each other as much as I loved them.

There were the days when we had pool parties that KiKi RULED; no toe went unbit. We would talk until the wee hours about the poor dogs; we would howl. My baby is slipping away from me now; I don't know what to do. The only bright spot is that when he sees Leopoldo, he goes crazy. Well, who wouldn't? He is slipping into a well-guarded haze, with every detail of a great life emphasized by Ramon, Leopoldo, and myself. That guy has lived the good life.