Race you to the bottom!

Shiva is a living legacy.

Shiva at the head of the stairs:

He was my father's cat, and my father made me promise that he would have a good home. He does.

Every morning, all his life, he would meet my father at the head of the stairs and lean his head through the railings. My father would scratch his head and talk to him, and then start down the stairs. Shiva would then race down the stairs to get there ahead of him.

It is a good thing to have constancy in our lives.

Shiva, when I'm still on the stairs.