FIGMO's Follies

I met Fuzzball at a Baycon about 10 or 12 years ago, and she was a neat dog. People who don't have pets don't understand the pain of losing them. There's nothing wrong with crying. I still cry sometimes when I think about the collie-shepherd-something-else mutt I grew up with. She was 16 when she died. (So was I. I *really* grew up with her.)