Most who come to Zoolatry know I live with my daughter and son-in-law and kindergarten-grandson ~ and our family dog, dear old Willow. She was around ten years old, a beagle mix hound and a rescue dog, originally from the Tampa Bay area of Florida. Yet, though born and raised midst sunshine and palm trees, she happily took to the falling leaves and snowfalls of the metro DC area when the family moved north a few years ago. A few aches and pains of aging, but in good health. A bit grumpy sometimes (there's that aging thing again! I personally know it well!) but so much loved by her family ... Willow, usually called "Bubs" was by and large my daughters dog, always at her side, waiting at the door for her to come home from work, trailing her every movement throughout the house, her shadow. Yesterday afternoon, without warning, Willow suffered a massive seizure, perhaps a stroke and was gone within a few short hours. Efforts to revive her, to bring her back to her loving family were not successful. Willow, may you rest in peace and run free forever.