Luke Perry died today. I never really had much exposure to his star power or charisma, having never watched Beverly Hills 90210. His death is sad to me in the way that it is sad when anyone passes away too young. I think the only "famous" death that made me openly cry was Carrie Fisher's, and there was a lot of personal investment in her from a young age due to my enthusiasm for Star Wars from a young-ish age and then just the context of Carrie Fisher as a person.

Still, it does make me sad on a slightly more personal level because his two boxer dogs used to be occasional boarders at the clinic where I worked. I only remember that they were both very handsome and one was named Mac. I never met or spoke to Luke Perry. What I do remember is that our office manager - a sweet, older British lady - was often the one who would take his phone calls, and she reported how sweet he was to her and how he was always careful to address her by name. Having worked in the veterinary industry for so long, you really come to appreciate the people who take the time to be nice.

So rest in peace, Luke Perry. Thank you for always being so friendly and decent to our office manager and receptionist.