It was 10 years ago in Toronto where I lived and I was out walking my new dog, Diamond, and we met an old neighbour. He was a retired architect and he had a ferociously thick Polish accent. He was a small wiry man and very pleasant. Stan was recovering after a stroke and he walked slowly with the help of a nurse. He saw Diamond and smiled and asked me if I knew what the three most beautiful things in life were. I said no. He said, "Children, horses, and dogs." I thought about my two cats sitting in the living room window of my home waiting for Diamond and I to return. :What about cats I asked. He said, "Sorry, not cats."