My previously adopted dog died in October. Then one day in April, at a stoplight a block from my house, listening to Public Radio, they mentioned the adoption day. Just a peek, enough to bring back the real memory of all of the dogs I had as companions, barking and sniffing their way through all of my hard and joyful times. Instead of going home, I turned down the hill, and said, I need to see and touch them just a minute. The HSU doors opened.