Today Rory, our cat, died.
We got him a while back, and he was pretty cool. Recently he’s been living with Sam and Niamh rather than me, but I’d see him when I was over there. If you ever needed a cat to, for example, poo on your leather sofa, he was willing to stand up and be counted. Or to surreptitiously lick a piece of ham while you were holding it so you’d have to give it to him.
It was good knowing you, pal. Goodnight.
Rory, R.I.P. 2011-02-24