This has been a very hard week for Jeff and I. On Sunday, Hugo died. I’ve never cried so much in my life. He was a great dog… my first! He was always so full of energy and he kept me happy. I will miss his Hugo-maniac moments when he ran around our apartment as if possessed jumping on furniture and slidding on the straw mats. He made me smile. I miss him. The neighbors didn’t understand my grief and said I shouldn’t cry because it is “just a dog”. It’s hard to be made to feel silly for being sad, but Hugo was very special to me.