We lost our beloved Cecil (a.k.a Queeder) unexpectedly on Friday night to a splenic tumor which ruptured his spleen. He was a few weeks shy of his fourteenth birthday and an endless source of joy and humor for us. He was both simple and exigent, regal and bumbling and more than a little vain - like a Brittish colonialist from a by-gone era; the sort of gent who attributed his well-being in old age to a gin and tonic every afternoon and leisurely strolls in the gardens. Travis lovingly dubbed him "The Expector General," as it seemed he was always anticipating something...a treat, some pets, a walk or just some conversation. His royalty was my shadow and my best friend, my sweet, sensitive and fiercely loyal beautiful boy. We will miss him dearly. Rest in peace sweet Cecil.
No comments:
Post a Comment