This made my heart ache about a little boy who died during a fire: Investigators found Aidan's body in the garage, his brindle pit bull Missy by his side.

Not lying somewhere else in the garage, not hiding in a corner, but right by his side. They died together. I think about who died first, the dog or the child? Did the dog wonder what was going on with her young charge? Was the child scared but comforted by the presence of his beloved companion? I hope their fears were alleviated somewhat by having each other.