Marjorie and I became friends when we were in grad school. I have only just learned she hasn’t been with us for almost a year. Right away, a few memories stand out. The time she insisted on trekking to JFK in the middle of January, so I wouldn’t be alone before getting on the next flight to Belgium to see my dad, who had suddenly become gravely ill. The time we got together in a New York café with a dog-friendly terrace, so we could hang out with Sheba, shortly after they had adopted each other. The many times thereafter when they looked at each other adoringly. The time she called to say “Guess what? I too am a cat person” and told me the wonderful story of her on-the-spot adoption of the injured Mr. T. The time she told me about staying up in almost total darkness late at night after a frantic search for the recently adopted Lucie and then miraculously hearing Lucie trying to come home. The times I have seen her with John and being happy for her they were so obviously good together. I am so very sorry for your loss, John, and I thank you for having brought so much happiness into Marjorie’s life. I am grateful for her friendship. She was the light that told people and pets it was ok to come home. Yours, in sadness and friendship, Catherine