Lulu has left us. She is feasting on the giant deceased marine mammal in the sky. Thirteen years, with not one unhappy moment--for her, and because of her, for us. She was the dog of a lifetime, and we will never see another like her. Which is not to say we will not see another, and another, unlike her. When Lulu met someone for the first time, she would often put her great head against that person's chest, and give out with a sigh and a moan. It meant, "Oh, I missed you so much!" She was sincere--she loved everyone, and _would_ have missed them had she known of their existence. Lulu had a great many friends who were never able to afford her the opportunity to schmooze for a bite of their sandwich, and to those who may read this, I take it upon myself to assure you that her farewell wag included you.