Jets 38, Bills 7

Our dog Sally died on Wednesday. Made it through Christmas but not into 2011. I met Sally in April 2006 when she was already 8 years old. In the four and a half years I knew her, we shared a bond which was remarkable indeed. She was, among many other things, the ultimate cottage dog - she swam voluntarily, chased squirrels effectively (and worked in tandem with her partner Poppy) and liked to lie in the snow and observe and smell the forest. I will miss her but my wife Siobhan shared her life with this animal for 13 years. It was a sad day but it was time.