The night he arrived (on pretty short notice...) we happened to be eating carry-out pizza on the stairs (because we just had our carpet cleaned and it was still damp, and our furniture in disarray). So, we have a silly tradition of eating pizza on the stairs with Suki every year on the anniversary of that November night. The kids decided it would be fitting to do that one last time (a few months early) as a 'last supper' of sorts.
Run free, sweet boy, we'll miss you!