Monday, September 22, 2014 

Bad night again. Little sleep. I kept hearing noises and went out to investigate. I heard something being dragged a short distance in the yard. Nothing there. Basement, garage. Nothing going on. But at least my attempt at detection provided Valentino a potty break. Betty called early, but I decided not to go out. Val and I went out later and walked past the spot where Lucy left us, where I held her so dearly. She was like a feather in my arms, as gentle in passing as she was in living—well, for the most part. She had been rough on Lorenzo, very rough. The dominance game.

Mom still asks about Lucy. She is still the “White Dog.” She asks if Valentino knows or is he is looking for Lucy. He knows.