I know everybody’s talking about the Other Thing that’s happening today, but this is Bolt, the goodest boy, and this morning my husband and I sat and petted his sweet head as he drifted off into a forever sleep. He was almost 13, he’d been with us for over 11 of those years, and he was sweet and goofy and snuggly and a ball of drama, an overgrown baby stuffed inside the body of a wolf-dog. He was my constant shadow, a total mama’s boy. We loved him very much and we will miss him so, so terribly.