Oh Bacon. Nearly 13 years of tiny controlled mayhem came to a sudden but fitting end last Sunday. My guy sadly had to go after a short battle with Father Time, one that he had fiercely fended off in August, enough for me, for us, to enjoy 6 more weeks of him in full, before his little body succumbed to what had been ailing him. I can’t come up with enough words for what Im feeling, and so I won’t try to. I just know that the impact he’s made on me was one I didn’t expect, because I didn’t fully understand what ‘man’s best friend’ meant until after he came into my life. My 20s. Early 30s. 4 moves. 4 jobs. 3 cities. A pandemic. All the shit I had going on in between. All the things I was trying to do and get done in my career, all the things life brought, good and bad, he wore it all with me. He was like water; adaptable, taking up the space that he occupied, and everywhere all at once. Because of that my home is now a little less full, a lot quieter, and I now have an elongated, wei...