They called me Katie, but that was not my name…that was my dog’s name, that was the name of death. Every day sense my dog died, someone called me Katie; it caught on so that at times yes, I do even call myself Katie, but that does not mean that I really like it. What’s my real name? Kathleen. In all honesty I don’t like that name either, but it’s what I live with, I really don’t like that name…sometimes I wish that babies were born with fully matured brains so that we could pick out our own names without going through all that paperwork; but I am stuck I am me I am not me, I am Katie, I am Kathleen.