I knew we’d get to this point in the drawings, but I have been dreading it.

The night before our Freya’s last, before we knew what her fate would be, Loki carried her upstairs to sleep on our bed, so she wouldn’t be alone — the dogs are not normally allowed upstairs, but he didn’t want to be apart from her. She slept between us without moving, and startled the hell out of me when I woke up to find her on the bed. It’s been two months, and her loss is still with me ever blessed day. Hell, I’m tearing up just writing this.


Mr Bugg is carrying a small tofubeast in his arms, while Mrs Bugg sleeps in a big bed.

The text reads: “Bugly 11, 2013: Mr Bugg is so afraid to lose the fierce tofubeast, he brings her to bed, just in case.”