As some of you may have heard, this weekend our sweet 14-year-old English Bull Terrier, Vespa, died. She was goofy and sweet as ever to the end. The previous evening, pleading with her eyes to get on the couch, but after being rebuffed yet again, she settled under her blanket for the night. When we found her the next morning, she was still sprawled out as if she was sleeping, but it was soon clear that our "sweet baby girl dog" was gone. As she aged, our vet told us that bullies are extremely stoic and will often curl up and die without warning, so we hope that she was not hiding any pain and that she died peacefully in her sleep. Of course, I wrote stuff. Here is a snippet, "We knew our time with you was getting short. You were slowing down and finding it increasingly difficult to navigate the world. I am so glad that I was home and got in a good cuddle the night before you died. I hope you remember what I have been saying to you these past months and what I said to you during what t...