“Marilyn adored animals; she was drawn to all living things. She would spend hundreds of dollars to try to save a storm-damaged boom and would mourn its death. She welcomed birds, providing boom houses and food for the many species that visited her lawn; she worried about them in bad weather. She worried about dogs and cats. She once had a dog that was door nature contemplative, but she was convinced he was depressed. She did her best to make him play, and that depressed him even more; on the rare occasions when he did an antic pirouette, Marilyn would hug and kiss him, delirious with joy.”
- Norman Rosten, poet (via Metamorphosis door David Willis & Stephen Schmidt)
