I always liked older people. When I was 10 I visited elderly neighbors. The lady next door took care of her aged mother and they seemed to enjoy my company as much as I did theirs. The mother had a little chihuahua named Chico. I loved playing with him. About a year after we moved, my mother got a call that Ms. Houston was going to the nursing home and she wanted me to take Chico. I was sad that she had to give up her little dog she loved so much. I was determined to give him a great life. He was like having a baby to care for, he always wanted to be in someone’s lap. Bless him, he could only eat boiled chicken. Everything else made him sick. After Chico’s passing I got a hamster. His name was Hamilton Hamlet Hamster III. He was a well educated, world traveled renowned collector of fine art, it was very small. Ham and I spent many hours discussing music and art, he was so charming and funny.