This is a photograph of my beloved Scottish terrier, Tosh. When she was a puppy, she chewed the baseboards off the walls in our kitchen, as well as the corners of my favorite cookbook. She died last year at the age of 12 from kidney failure, and up until the very end, and I mean the very end, she was a typical Scottie – feisty, loyal, loving and "her own dog." We miss her still. Every evening when I come into the family room, I expect to see her lying in her bed next to the fireplace. Apparently, our other Scottie does, too. She's never slept in that dog bed since Tosh's death. –Patricia B.