Nighttime is hard. In the little sleep I got last night, I dreamed of Winston on the beach in Maui. He always wanted to come along with us. I told him to go with Granddaddy Billy next time bc he loved soaking up the sun too. I’m trying to comfort myself with visions of Winston eating Frosty Paws, wrestling with old friends like his buddy Reeses, getting scratches from Grandaddy Billy whom I’m certain pointed him to the best ivy patch around, meeting my old pals Cosmo, Boomer, Smudge, Charmin, Rosie, Freeway, Gordo, Mandy, Quita, exploring in a healthy body, hiding, stockpiling, and guarding some treasures, and and of course he’s rocket-dogging all over the place.