There’s an empty bed in our house, it is small and placed on the floor next to my wife’s side of our bed. When all was quiet in the night, you could hear Beauty breathing in her little bed. She was the first one to head upstairs to her bed when the night grew long. She was also the first one up and ready for her breakfast when the day began, sometimes too early. My job was to feed her in those early hours and let her outside to use the bathroom. She would “howl” for her breakfast, if I didn’t fill her bowl fast enough. Sometimes, when I was missing her, I would wait and ask if she was hungry. She always was and she told me so. I’d smile and sometimes even laugh, then fill her bowl. Beauty was a Beagle so she, like most Beagles, loved to eat. She was always looking for food, even right after a meal. Beauty loved everyone, and would bark once or twice when anyone entered her house. She wasn’t announcing their arrival, she was asking them to feed her a treat. Every regular visitor soon le