At 11 pm last night, the phone rang.
Never a good sign, since the universe knows I'm incoherent after ten.
It was StrongOpinions, in tears because Moses, her gecko, died while she was in class. She hadn't thought he was sick, although he seemed a tad sluggish to her. She came home from food-shopping, and there he was in his little habitat, on his back. She was inconsolable. I talked to her and tried to soothe her from afar for a half hour.
This morning in chapel we celebrated the feast of St Francis of Assisi, who is known, of course, for his great love of animals. All I could think of was poor Moses, and poor StrongOpinions, who shares Francis' deep respect and love for all of God's creatures, even the least of them.
I told her tonight that I admired her love and care for her little gecko, and that he had a good life with her.
Not that I'm anxious to see another gecko in our household, but I think I'll miss the little guy.