Love for all Creatures, Great and Small Reza not only had a close family and many friends whom he loved dearly, but he was also a lover of animals, first of his childhood dog in Tehran, Black. While graduate students at UCLA, Reza and I got a coal-black cocker-poodle puppy, so small she could sit in the palm of one’s hand. Reza said she looked like a ‘deev’ (devil), and so we gave her the ancient Persian form of the name (which has a good meaning), Daivah. As she grew into a rambunctious yet lady-like and loving fluffy dog, all his friends fell in love with Daivah Khanoum too, even old Persian ladies who were afraid of her and had to sit behind barricades when they came to visit our home. She always came along to the beach and on hikes in the mountains, and on campus when Reza awoke her from her nap in the car between classes and at lunch, she soon became the queen of the dogs whom other owners brought with them to play in the sculpture garden. A very formal Hungarian professor of Turkish fell to his knees when he saw Daivah, swearing that she was really a true Hungarian Puli. Once when she went for a winter swim while we were walking on the Santa Monica beach and came out of the water looking for a blanket to roll on to dry off, she spotted a couple wrapped in a blanket near the water’s edge, and dove in between them, the couple quickly separated by the wet dog, though when she started to run towards him after drying off, Reza headed in the other direction and pretended she wasn’t his til he was out of their sight. When Reza received a fellowship to do dissertation research on Qajar history in Iran, he decided to take her along, and his beloved mother, who considered dogs to be ‘narges’ (religiously unclean), agreed to Daivah for the sake of her dear son. Reza went to receive Daivah at the airport in Tehran, where he met a chic-o-pic puffed up Iranian acquaintance of his, who said archly he was flying off to Italy for the weekend, and asked what Reza was doing at the airport. Reza said simply, I’m here to pick up my dog, who is arriving from America, leaving his friend deflated and speechless. All of Reza’s family in Iran came to love Daivah Khamoum too, especially his nephew Amir, who still keeps a photograph of Daivah sitting by the relief of an Egyptian deity at Pasargadae on his table in Utah. In recent years, Reza made up names and stories for all the cats who lived nearby in Iffley, and for a while adopted a neighbor’s cat much beloved by Shahrzad into his own home.