So I flipped to the back of the book, opening it randomly and landing on page 215. I scan the page and, no lie, this is what I read:
The one thing I hate about animal stories is that after you've almost read the entire book and you really care about the animal, they go and tell you all about how the animal died. In fact, I often read the end of these books first so I can at least brace myself for the inevitable. So you should stop reading now if you don't want to hear about Wesley dying. But I need to tell you.
Wow! I am on the same page, as it were, as this author. I've read to the end of Wesley the Owl, and am eager to start at its beginning. Thanks Stacey O'Brien!