So Gandy left us on Thursday.
I thought I heard a click of his claws on the floor,
And thought of him, going through the door
On his way to join Malcolm and Moo.
A perky even frisky fellow, not quite a gent.
In fact quite a scruff, curly and unkempt
In a laddish, charming way.
Frolic was his second name;
Good company and well behaved,
Whenever he came to stay.
The skip in your step and hop on the bed
Gave birth to grins and forgiveness of sins.
Thank you for all the comfort and joy,
We are poorer without you dear old boy.
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Post imperial wind drift. Swazi, British, Zimbabwe-Rhodesian, Irish, New Zealand citizen and resident, now in Queensland, Australia. 10th generation African of mainly European descent.
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Ncesi, Sandlane.
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