The day that Pablo's little heart gave out was one of the most shocking and sad things for me to accept. I always imagined that I would have to be heavily sedated the day this happened, inconsolable and mad. But that's not what happened. Although I was in shock, I just kept walking on Santa Monica Boulevard, taking the long way home with him in my arms wrapped in a blanket. I stared at him, and just tried to take in the last moments possible. I wanted to feel the weight of his little body in my arms and say goodbye to his sweet little face. This little man of mine is gone. I worried about Julio and how this would impact him. Julio has never known life without his big brother. I worried about how the news would impact my mom and dad. I was terrified to tell them that it happened. I came home and called Pablo's veterinarian. They gave me the three options: burial, cremation, and taxidermy. I called the taxidermist and followed their instructions. He had to be frozen until the taxidermist could receive him. I realize that most people would have dropped him off and had him cremated, but that process is not something I was prepared to do.
Vida was the regional ping pong champion of her time, and apparently very much a champion to this day. Vida's skills have not weakened over the years. She wiped the floor with our asses. Golnesa and I could not keep up with her! Two against one would seem unfair, and Golnesa and I are pretty athletically well rounded -- we ski, we play lots of sports pretty well. Nonetheless, our minds were blown by Vida, and I am proud that she was so dang good! She definitely beat us in that sport, but luckily I inherited my parents’ good genes and am glad to know that she has something to do with the other sports that I excel in.