Rory was a sweet, cuddly little boy who was happiest when he was cuddled right up around my head giving and getting kisses. 

Rory was my saucy little boy - no attention span, head (and eyes) in the clouds and ran full speed ahead without a thought or a care in the world. 

He died as he lived - happily barking and running after those darn birds that dared enter “his” airspace.  My poor sweet baby. 

You are so loved and missed.