The Sticky Egg lost its editor and inspiration yesterday, my cockapoo Rory. He was 17 years old.
Quite simply, he was the best person I’ve ever known, and I’m so lucky to have shared his long life.
Rory never knew a stranger, so he has many friends who mourn his passing with me. Thank you for always showing him such love and affection. He loved you all in return.
Thank you too for your support, for listening, for understanding. Rory is at peace now, and with time, I will make peace with that.
Parting is all we know of heaven, and all we need to know of hell. – – Emily Dickinson